Thursday, November 29, 2007



Me - I keep reading the Treble Clef as Bass Clef now
Kenneth - Haha, I'm in Bass, so I never need to read Treble Clef.
Me - Piano.
Kenneth - Or not.

Yes, quotes are back. Rejoice.

And no I'm not fine. Why am I posting this information on my blog? Well, I guess it shows that I'm really not fine, and it's my blog anyway.

So many things I wanna scream. So many things I wanna say.

No time
No opportunity
No you.

Friendship has many children. Love, joy, laughter.

But I found the last one. Fear.

Fear is paralyzing, crippling. It shrouds your thinking, and makes you paranoid. It's a wild spiral down that leaves you crashing on each and every step until you hit the bottom, how long you fall only limited by how broken you are.

And when you lie at the bottom, it's either dare or die. You either climb back up those stairs splattered with your blood, sweat, blood, tears, and blood, or you simply just die. So no matter how broken you are, no matter how much you want to just flop down and die, you don't. You stand up despite your broken legs, and you climb the stairs, despite your broken arms. And you wish you have support that you have motivation. And as you look around, you don't. The only hands that are around are the skeletal remains of those that didn't make it.

So you continue trudging up the stairs. You see the sunlight, but it's such a long journey up. The goal is right there, right in front of your eyes, right at the top, the top of the damned spiral staircase. And you see the hands of your friends reaching out to welcome you.

And you cry and beg and plead for them to reach down and help you. To help and support you to climb up.
And they don't hear you.
And they don't hear you.
And they don't.




They don't.

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