A little help needed.
Electrify me back to life. I need something to shake me out of my own stubborn head.
They say I've been acting zombified and detached from my own feelings for too long. Like a cork bobbing along the current not giving any damn which way is up or down or where the sun or stars were.
"You get too quiet sometimes."
"No you're not boring. Just express yourself more."
I think they might be true.
I don't know what happened. Puberty kot. Or a lethal combination of a scarring childhood and lack of self confidence.
And lately most of the time I do feel like I eat my words instead of saying them.
I need things like....ABBA songs sang at the back of my dad's car or rare wonderful movies at 2 am in HBO or Christmas at Grand Place with giant snowflakes lights.
Or you know, a great big hug.
I don't always get this quiet, you know.
"Misery loves company. And apparently popia is the new company." - ika.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
*Throws molotov cocktail* That should do it don't you think?
Amstel Zero pun boleh.
Post a Comment