Changing Constants; The Liars!

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The constant flickering glow, she said. I didn't hear her, but she came to my window at midnight, whispering the same echoing words. They're still reverberating inside my head. A constant flickering echo.

Why?
Because it fits in times of absolute nothingness.

Absolute is an extreme term.
So is life.

Stories can only have happy endings if you know when to stop telling them. I hate second chances. Too many expectations.
And we live to disappoint.

I want you to know, but only after there's nothing you can do about it. Information is power and I would never let anyone have that kind of control over me.
Unless I was promised certain destruction?
(I still won't believe you)

Electric chair, two years. Rings a bell.
Bad joke or good joke in bad taste?

It's hard to tell sometimes...
especially if it's your own darkness you're humoring.
That's dark, but self-demeaning isn't defaming. You need a third party. Outside your head.
Tsk.
Retarded clauses.

Things and reasons and seasons change.
Why can't I?
There's no point in knocking on locked doors.
Especially when you're the one who lost the keys.

I don't know which way to pick
and the sun will always be in my eyes
I want to fly.
But I don't want you to wait to catch me, because I think I may remember how to.
And then what would you do?

Echoes fade and memories die
Autumn frosts have slain July...

Are you afraid?
No.
You should be...

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Stuck

Dawn is breaking, and I'm still here. Someone once told me something about inner peace and how it was necessary to be able to sleep at night. That would explain a lot. There's chaos inside my head right now. And the skies just keep getting prettier.

So much is happening, but I still feel like nothing is.

And I'm stuck in last December.

"Don't think about it now, you'll only make it worse."

I try.


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Now playing: Lounge Piranha - Ebb
via FoxyTunes

"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything,
it is because we are so dangerously near to wanting nothing.."

- Sylvia Plath

Everything and Nothing

I am everything. And I am nothing.

You hate it when I say it like that.
"The second part shouldn't be there" you say.
"Why can't it be 'Everything and more?'"

Because...
you can't be everything if you are something
You can't be everything if you are anything

To be everything, you have to be nothing at all.
And so, I can say with a faint (and perhaps misplaced) sense of pride, I am nothing... and I am everything.