be vewy,
vewy
quiet.
kaen is hiding under her blanket with a flashlight and comic books, trying to turn her burdened soul into an adventure. sometimes this happens. it all crashes onto her heart unannounced, unwarranted, unavoidable. it happens every so often, so suddenly. in those moments, it's like she can hear the creaking of a thousand broken hearts echoing around every corner. she can feel the hollowness that strangers' eyes secretly sink in. a pit in her heart, a fist clenched around her oesophagus, squeezing the joi de vivre right out of her.
take two bottles of wine and call me in the morning.
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Oh, the beauty of the breakdown... The amazing aftermath of complete collapse... and the gentle rising of resignation in its wake. Resignation to rebuild from the ashes of former self.
Goddamn I love a good breakdown every now and again.
Word.
(sorry Frou Frou!)
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when the world closes in, and it seems that it is so dark, what comfort it is to hide under a comfy blanket. Sometimes it is good to breakdown, because from there we can build up. Sometimes the walls need to fall in order for remodeling to happen. But remember, It is not so dark outside if you light a candle to find your way.
take care lady kaen
I stay away from that alcohol, because afterwards, YOU are still there. They say, " where ever you go, there you are."
hey guys, thanks for your comments. : ) although, i wouldn't say breakdown so much as every so often it seems like my pores are a little too... open. and all the world's filth and sorrow just seeps into me. so i have to hide so it can't get to me. less about me, more about it all. ya know? but as it happens, i emerged from my little self-preservational hole and met some fabulous fucking people. oh what a great night. perhaps for future reference, i should note that the easy solution of hiding is only one solution. surrounding myself with people who are at ease, at peace with the world, and happy with it and spreading positive energy is also a good solution. oh beautiful theatre people laughing and talking and making music, making friends... *contended sigh*
oh and booze - of *course* i'm always there, jeremy! i never drink to escape *myself*! (chuckle) i wouldn't say i drink to escape at all. i drink to lubricate, to tint, to highlight.
One of these days we'll have to *toast* your fabulousness, after a great night of Theatre.
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