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Monologue

Thursday, August 30, 2007


I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions have an echo
In so much space

GNARLS BARKLEY, "Crazy"


Life can seem awfully bleak sometimes. And you can feel so lost and abandoned. It doesn't matter whether this is the worst of times, but it certainly matters that it isn't the best. If only things were better. If only people were better. But let's not ask for too much.

I used to tell myself that emotions deceive. They do. But right now this awful feeling isn't a lie - it's real, and it hurts. Someone asks me, "What is in your hand?" And I reply, "Not much." I tell the truth.

Everyone wants to just let go and escape. Right now, I want to. But it'll all tumble back to the beginning. I need something different. I need something more.

posted by Jared
5:52 PM

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