Trickles....
Virtually nothing/no one gets in, and nothing gets out.. Just like water going through a minute crack in the wall. Except this time, the water doesn't corrode the wall, making the crack bigger. Or does it? And it just keeps on getting patched up again... That's me. Well, I think so anyway.
But then, maybe not... maybe I'm not like that... I was thinking about being real. You know, showing your true colors. Letting everything in and out, leaving my life an open book. Being real, being yourself, BEING. Fine, we all wear masks, but some are just thicker and more unreal than others. Am I being real? To the people I'm with? Or am I just showing another plastic mask, thicker than what people can see through? For some reason, I couldn't accept that. I knew that wasn't the case, and if it was, the mask wouldn't be as thick, nor would anyone not see through it. So what? So maybe I'm not being real even to myself... Emotions are not something I show, and I do feel them sometimes, they even show on occasion. But more often than not, I don't think I feel. Well, at a certain level anyway. The me that is REALLY me, doesn't feel. I just feel.. I don't know.. not numb.. I just don't feel. Maybe that's why I can't open up, I can't bare it all, I can't let it all out.. maybe because there's nothing there to begin with.. just some cold unfeeling rock.
Anyway, enough of my useless musings... I missed lunch today. I actually slept through it, and I have no idea why. I felt sleepy the whole day, even if I had enough during the weekend.. it's so odd...
But then, maybe not... maybe I'm not like that... I was thinking about being real. You know, showing your true colors. Letting everything in and out, leaving my life an open book. Being real, being yourself, BEING. Fine, we all wear masks, but some are just thicker and more unreal than others. Am I being real? To the people I'm with? Or am I just showing another plastic mask, thicker than what people can see through? For some reason, I couldn't accept that. I knew that wasn't the case, and if it was, the mask wouldn't be as thick, nor would anyone not see through it. So what? So maybe I'm not being real even to myself... Emotions are not something I show, and I do feel them sometimes, they even show on occasion. But more often than not, I don't think I feel. Well, at a certain level anyway. The me that is REALLY me, doesn't feel. I just feel.. I don't know.. not numb.. I just don't feel. Maybe that's why I can't open up, I can't bare it all, I can't let it all out.. maybe because there's nothing there to begin with.. just some cold unfeeling rock.
Anyway, enough of my useless musings... I missed lunch today. I actually slept through it, and I have no idea why. I felt sleepy the whole day, even if I had enough during the weekend.. it's so odd...