Why do people succumb to anger?
It feels so easy to slip into its grasp. But at the same time, from a distance, it looks quite stupid. Aren't we overreacting? What's the point of hitting one another, yelling at one another, going to war with one another? Yet when are up close, immersed in anger, we feel nothing but blissful rage, if that makes sense. Sweet revenge empowers us. Makes us feel as if we are at the top of the world. Maybe it is a survival mechanism. But I sure wish it weren't.
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confidence
um
*pause*
uh
ehhhhhhhhh
*silence*
*looks down*
maybe i should start over
no, too late
must keep going
going, going, going
can i stop?
should i stop?
let me take a break
wait, this sounds so choppy
what is wrong with me?!?!
why did i say that!!!
yeah yeah yeah
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
i like this
yes yes yes
YES YES YES
WOOHOO
good ending
what i wouldn't give to transcribe my exact thoughts
word for word in interviews
inside insecure
apparently outside confident
how this is true, i'll never know
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négliger
my first pet
skippy the goldfish
swimming in his bowl
kept my eyes trained on him at first
a pet of my own! oh boy!
slowly lost interest
more like i had too much homework
for a 5th grader
hours spent staring in his bowl
changed to brief glimpses
until one day
i found him floating upside down on his belly
not a pretty sight
i had forgotten to feed him
a nagging doubt
what if? what if—
•••
elles m'ont donné de l'espoir
ma raison d'être
mais ses sourires devenaient
plus
et
plus
rares
et un jour—
...peut être qu'elles ont oublié
je ne suis pas d'avis
qu'elles m'ont tué exprès
ou qu'elles ont arrêter de m'aimer...
un accident?
suis-je ennuyeuse?
une nuisance?
je ne saurai jamais...
elles avancent dans l'avenir
je reste dans petit bocal
toujours...
toujours...
toujours...
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confidence
um
*pause*
uh
ehhhhhhhhh
*silence*
*looks down*
maybe i should start over
no, too late
must keep going
going, going, going
can i stop?
should i stop?
let me take a break
wait, this sounds so choppy
what is wrong with me?!?!
why did i say that!!!
yeah yeah yeah
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
i like this
yes yes yes
YES YES YES
WOOHOO
good ending
what i wouldn't give to transcribe my exact thoughts
word for word in interviews
inside insecure
apparently outside confident
how this is true, i'll never know
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négliger
my first pet
skippy the goldfish
swimming in his bowl
kept my eyes trained on him at first
a pet of my own! oh boy!
slowly lost interest
more like i had too much homework
for a 5th grader
hours spent staring in his bowl
changed to brief glimpses
until one day
i found him floating upside down on his belly
not a pretty sight
i had forgotten to feed him
a nagging doubt
what if? what if—
•••
elles m'ont donné de l'espoir
ma raison d'être
mais ses sourires devenaient
plus
et
plus
rares
et un jour—
...peut être qu'elles ont oublié
je ne suis pas d'avis
qu'elles m'ont tué exprès
ou qu'elles ont arrêter de m'aimer...
un accident?
suis-je ennuyeuse?
une nuisance?
je ne saurai jamais...
elles avancent dans l'avenir
je reste dans petit bocal
toujours...
toujours...
toujours...
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