Tuesday nothings

Feeling trivial today...I wonder if that's even a real mood. Made a statement earlier in the day that I just know is going to come back to haunt me later. Arrghhh. What I really should have gotten for X'mas is a time machine. Also learnt something new. If you stick the word 'mouldy' in google, among other things it will lead you to J.K.Rowling's website, which I personally find very strange. Felt the need to let off steam because I have a really big test in two days so watched TV for 5 straight hours. Right. Makes perfect sense.
A random stream of thoughts lead to the topic of apologies and who I would ask for forgiveness if I could. And damned if I couldn't come up with anyone. This was shocking. Either I've bought my own public image. Or I'm due to sprout a pair of wings in a year or two. I wonder if you can wear pink with a halo.

The taste of metal

Sometimes I sit there and worry about not feeling. And at others this appears as high comedy. Because really that isn't my problem at all. That has never been my problem. The trouble is I feel too much. My cross is that I wound too easily. Who knew words can be as acid on the flesh?

Sometimes I think I have no instinct of self-preservation. I remember a long time ago, watching in silence and some contempt, moths that couldn't seem to resist the flames. Now I understand better the fascination they can hold. Who knew something so pretty can be so deadly?

Sometime I lie at night listening to the sounds of distant laughter, to the faint strains of music carried on the wind, gay chatter muffled by walls that seperate. And the loneliness is a tangible lump inside me that restricts my breathing. Who knew pain has a taste like metal?