ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Incognito Dear Diary, I'm living in a world of depressing delusions, of upsetting lies. I'm a novice to this unruly feeling of desire. The tired looks of dandelions threaten me. The sweet and sour drip of a dream alluring and enticing my thoughts. Screaming for honey on a sparkling rainy day. Meandering hopeless longings of peace. An obsolete petal-less rose crying in a morose whisper. A languish fantasy slowly sucking the nectar that holds life so precious. And I'm scared to move, to live, because I might wake up. Innate invidious words of unspoken terror because your afraid of commitment to love. A commitment to the only happiness that appears in life. Incognito. Disguise has always had it's benefits. Holding a mask so close to your face it becomes a part of you, blending in with your skin and features. So when you look into the mirror the reflection is uncanny. That's not me. Oh but it is. It is. An incubus of macabre. Of living and dying at the same time. An existance of helplessness. Of loss and tormented health. Annoying sophomoric fake smiles are pressed against your eyes and lips that taste like the sweat of a mule. With care, 9:34 p.m. - 2002-06-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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