Looking out the window

It's destructive,
this world we're living in.
You're supposed to do so much,
be so much.
And yet we are clueless,
not knowing what to do, or what we are.

You are bombarded with information from all corners,
there is nowhere to hide.
You're expected to be up to date,
every hour, every minute.
But you know that it is killing you,
this constant need to know everything.

It hurts,
it's like a constant reminder.

The virtual world is crap, real life is so much better.
Caye Caulker, Belize. Dec. 2009.

Of what I used to have,
of who I used to have.
Of what I used to do,
and never will do again.
Of who I used to laugh with,
but are not anymore.
It's a reminder of everything,
the good and the bad.

Right now though,
the bad seem to be winning.
So I'm taking a break from it all.
To run away from the pain,
the confusion,
the heartaches.
I'm saying good bye,
I don't know for how long.
But no,
you cannot find me on facebook.



It hurts too much.

Wounds

It still hurts.
It shouldn't,
but it does.

I repeat the same words over and over again,
but my brain isn't listening.
It is busy healing old wounds,
while you make new ones.

Atleast I seem to have found a good rhythm,
My old wounds seem to be healing at the same pace as the new ones are created.
Keeping the balance.
Because who would want to be completely healed?