Tumble

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after.

Like a rush of words that crashed down unto you.

Great! So once again. For lack of someone crazy enough to listen, I turn to you.

I guess this started when I read the Perks of being a Wallflower. I just got zoned out of the ‘comfortable reality’ that I was sunk into. Or maybe I just got stung on the comment that I was, maybe am, an emphatic reader.

Wall of words and ideas. Strengthened suspicions, weakened by doubt.

With all the crazy shit that’s been happening. I’m feeling overwhelmed.

What {the fuck} do I want to do in my life. They ask, verbally omiting those in braces, though.

A flicker of interest cast in the eyes.
Shadows of distrust burned in the mind’s eye.

‘fess up, you. What do you really want?
I want to be an unknown entity, free from any shadow of responsibilities.
Sometimes I just want to be neutral. Not a care in the world, not a single thought of what others might think, just what makes one happy.
On crazy days like this, I just want to be an entirely different person. 

Wary of others’ steel glances;
Walked on icicles, did the person.

Independence. Craving for you. But looking back, it feels like it’s what every spolied brats wants. To be free to respond to every whim they think of.

Armed with just bare skin
With a bundle of hope
Pressed on…

Too much drama, I guess. Change of atmosphere, frame of mind or even a couple hours asleep, is what I’ll need…

Once, you think soul is bared, becomes disappointed
Only to find out
Its just another layer unsheathed
Another layer to scratch…

This’ll not be the end of it.

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About The Scribbler

I have this thirst for learning. I am forever curious. I love to delve into stories by reading, watching or even listening. I believe I am unique. God is with Me all the time. I make mistakes but I learn from them. I love building lasting relationships. I am afraid of the unknown, so it's either I stay away or find out. I believe I am more matured that I was before.
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