i dream of small

i dream of small

( 7:35 PM ) Jacquet

Been a while.

...To say the least...

I like this blog, no one knows of it, no one cares about it. I like that I can say whatever I want to the world wide web and still be unheard. Such a feeling of solidarity. Such a feeling of liberation.

You don't know me. I could make up a huge story of how my life has been these past few years, but why lie? Real life is so much more hideous. Heh. Real life is vastly more interesting. Real life can be so boring that you want to kill yourself.

I just want to say to you, you wide and vast emptiness, that it could have been different. I could have been better. I could have changed. You could have been nicer too. You could have tried. Try a little for me, please? Naah...To late for that. No regrets? For me? Nah. But send my regards to you. Yes, you. You could have had...Well. There are just some things you don't post on-line. No matter how unheard the word is. There's just some line that cannot be crossed. Some words that cannot be said. That should not be said. That I will never say. Like 'sorry'? Like 'love'? Like 'good bye'...?

"Face down in the dirt, I said this doesn't hurt! I said, I've finally had enough!"

in a perfect world every town would be Smallville. and everyone would have a superhero to save them. since it's not to be in reality, we dream of it in our sleep, but at the end of sleep is morning. so for now we dream.