Silence is not always golden....2007
7/17/07 - 3:13 AM
Some people hate every response they receive but nothing is worse than silence. Expressionless, lacking emotion, body still. This is the most powerful, confusing, maniac response of them all. You are left to decipher the mind of another because there's no communication. The battle fought in your own head becomes more dramatic than the issue at hand. It's arrogant and inconsiderate to respond only when and if you feel like it. It's frustrating to hear only what you feel like telling me. It makes me stand-offish and disconnected to what's real. Maybe what's real to me is only in my head. Maybe I'm accessing the situations all wrong and mislead myself into believing what I want. I don't really know how I could possibly understand what you're feeling, how should I get in sync with someone so mysterious? You reach for your phone. Nice. You think I'm writing him, I'm sure. It's 3:25 AM. I'm thinking about you. You're talking to them. You don't know because you don't ask. I don't ask because you won't respond. I know how he feels- alone and unimportant. You respond to my questions how I've been responding to his lately. Except you'e right next to me. It hurts. You don't want to change. I'm more accepting of your trips, you're just so determined to run away. How stupid am I to hear you tell me over and over how fucked up you are and how it can't work...yet still I stay.
Some people hate every response they receive but nothing is worse than silence. Expressionless, lacking emotion, body still. This is the most powerful, confusing, maniac response of them all. You are left to decipher the mind of another because there's no communication. The battle fought in your own head becomes more dramatic than the issue at hand. It's arrogant and inconsiderate to respond only when and if you feel like it. It's frustrating to hear only what you feel like telling me. It makes me stand-offish and disconnected to what's real. Maybe what's real to me is only in my head. Maybe I'm accessing the situations all wrong and mislead myself into believing what I want. I don't really know how I could possibly understand what you're feeling, how should I get in sync with someone so mysterious? You reach for your phone. Nice. You think I'm writing him, I'm sure. It's 3:25 AM. I'm thinking about you. You're talking to them. You don't know because you don't ask. I don't ask because you won't respond. I know how he feels- alone and unimportant. You respond to my questions how I've been responding to his lately. Except you'e right next to me. It hurts. You don't want to change. I'm more accepting of your trips, you're just so determined to run away. How stupid am I to hear you tell me over and over how fucked up you are and how it can't work...yet still I stay.