I Stanislavski my way through life I am and I am not a piece of ***** I put myself in situations scenarios racing through my head and try to imagine exactly what it would feel like to be dead
Experiencing my inner theatrical sense of self dynamism; the activeness of an energetic personality how sad to know that this is not nor will it ever be my faculty "Hi my names Suzan, I work at Applebee's."
Would you agree with witty words from a dictionary? And do those confusions all depend on mind play? Who could help us more correctly: Definition or detonation? Lust or Love?
Who will promise to find the differences? When we dig ourselves into dictionaries or thesauruses Defining our commonality, Refining our uniqueness, However the death is the dictionary of unknown words, Cant’t anyone edit and omit it, to none, It’s soliloquy.
1. I stand here as nothing more but a head of misplaced gears.
2. sometimes i stumble and trip and fall and my feet get caught in trying to keep up with the world as it keeps spinning and i can't help but to keep spinning with it no matter how much i beg and plead and pray and hope for another chance to land on my feet, and i can’t stop spinning, i can’t stop spinning, i can’t stop spinning, i can’t stop, stop spinning
3. with each passing hour I find another reason to fear the dark. it’s midnight, and I can see the fluttering wings of doubt and regret that lurk outside my window every night. tick-tock. my father’s pounding footsteps and the creaking of stairs sing a symphony of disappointment. tick-tock. the beast in the closet claws at the door, with his raspy breath he screeches about taking my skin and wearing it as his own. tick-tock. the shadow underneath my bed caresses my head, it knows He doesn’t listen to my pleas anymore. tick-tock.
4. but you can’t stop it, it’s inevitable for the gears to rust. the ticking of the clock slows to nothing but a cold metallic silence. watch the decay, as the termites feast and revel in your maplewood walls. try to remember that dust to dust and we are nothing but atoms of carbon and iron. that’s clockwork.