Pretend. To want it, like it, fight for it. Pretend that it hurts. Pretend that things matter, pretend that the pretense is essential. Pretend not to see it, pretend that you are happy, because aren't these things the ones you always wanted and should be content? Pretend that words mean things. Pretend wonder, pretend enjoyment, pretend things that ought to be there, but just aren't. And stare at puddles of mud that always glinted all the colours of the rainbow for you.
And soft echoes of an Elvis song play in the broken gramophone of my muddled puddled mind.
2 comments:
My resolution is: Don't pretend. Say what you want. And then forgive yourself for it. :P
P/S Lovely new bloggie look. Loves.
:)
Thankees :)
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