that fairytale facade they give life.
i've got this desperate need to cry. don't ask me why..i'd very much like to know too.
so much is welling up, and there's this desperate need for release.
numbing myself won't last very long would it?
the oblivious state in which i present myself to the world.
it's not working. the masks are cracking.
bows and flows of angel hair, and castles in the clouds.
but now they serve only to block the sun.
so many thing i would have done. but chances are hard to come by, and succuming to heaven's cruel jokes makes me laugh in disgust.
that dizzy dancing feeling i've immersed myself in has to fade soon.
fairytales aren't real. i just liked to think of them that way.
it is easy to live in that fragment of my imagination.
life being breathed out of a souless living is a ridicule. i'm not going to subject myself to that.
but life's just another show.
even if you care, don't let them know. don't give yourself away.
tears and fears, and proud feelings.
friends are acting strange.
something's obviously lost, but there's something to learn each day.
dreams and schemes and all of life's illusions.
to know that just one person's life has been made better because of me would be worth it.
jerine