Observations

[Echoed]

27th of February, 2002


[font=Arial]Red lights shower the sidewalks, littered in grime and ruptured hearts. My boots dodge the cracks while sorrow tickles the soles of my feet. It's an awkward feeling when I can look into those eyes and feel nothing. They die with rags and broken promises to a life they once trusted. I can never tell which gave up first, but it's always a sad event that I dare not delve into. My weakness is too thick and milky. I'm not them. My eyes are nothing but the blue of youth. I still dream of tomorrow's that aren't painted in shades of gray and midnight. It's my place in this world of differences and similarities. I could almost taste the bitterness hanging off of the streetlamps while they flicker in a vain attempt to be the suns of far-away galaxies. Of course, my tongue remains bland and curled tight between sharp white teeth. I can feel the weight of the world sliding off my shoulders as something vague sets in. Something light and pleasant. And so empty, I could hear the echo of someone weeping reverberating against my skull. I think it's called a "headache". Termed perfectly. An ache. It's throbbing in my veins and wants to hide. Imploding into non-existence, gone without a trace. I refuse the departure, hence the falsified anguish in my temples and the gritting jaw that strains several muscles and locks my voice away. Harsh corners accentuate my pace and shadows rend into breezy fabrics. Tenderness is perceived from behind crooked glasses. The sky should be velvet. The sky should be twilight. The sky should be soft. The world should be sleeping. But huddled in nooks and niches, perched on walls and ceilings, sprawled on sewers and dumps, I can hear them screaming their absent breath. I can hear them--

Ah, but for an ignorance inbred from the want of society, I am deaf and dumb, blind and bound, mute and mundane.[/font]


~Echo.

[goku]

That was beautiful Echoed..

I wish I could make something that good...

[Angel_of_life]

wow! i did well! i like it very much!
it just ur viewing of word, thoughts?

[forre]

Echoed, just fantastic!!

I could almost taste the bitterness hanging off of the streetlamps...

That's a very unique way of expressing your feeling.

Beautiful!

[Echoed]

Just as the title says. These are observations. ^_~ Whether they are my own, or my perception of someone else's... That's an entirely different story.

Thank you for the compliments. ^_^ It's appreciated.

~Echo.

[Kate]

Echoed, I wish I could write something as deep. But being a shellow person that I am, it's impossible.