Thursday, September 24, 2015


It’s like this she said:

First your insides crumble to dust.
Then you get a cold sweat
Your body becomes stuck
You begin to tremble
The walls around you begin to close in
You feel at once like everything in the world is about to end
Like everything you’ve ever wanted
Everything that’s good
Your insides that crumbled to dust
You watch them fly away with the wind
And you feel like this will never end
Like it will always be like this
Like this big black shadow is stuck on your soul
And it’s always going to be there

Like Kurt says, ‘So it goes…”
So it goes.
Life goes on but this shadow it stays.

Am I like the Elephant Man?
The Elephant Man?
Not in looks but in sadness. In just wanting to sleep laying down for once.
But you can sleep laying down.
It’s a metaphor.

John Merrick: There's something I've been meaning to ask you for some time now.
Dr. Frederick Treves: What's that?
John Merrick: Can you cure me?
Dr. Frederick Treves: No. We can care for you, but we can't cure you.
John Merrick: No. I thought not.

Do you see?

What is it like?

It’s like this she said.


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