Jellybutt

These people in front of me look so dry and lifeless, but they'll be the ones who get married, have a steady income, live by standard values and pop out a few plugs of their own and the cycle continues. Where's the spark of awakening; where's life when it all looks like one flat line?

Sometimes (and this sounds so big-headed) I wonder if I am that element in other peoples' lives~if I'm that spark, a piece of magic...

Force

I could be walking down the street, nothing special just carrying shopping, when it will hit me: a memory or thought and that deep missing is there again. I think that when I meet the 'right' person I won't feel it anymore. I also realise that all the strong, almost attacking things I have spoken to others are like a cushion - they make it less real, more cartoon.

This is not happening to me, he wouldn't do this. But he is and it is.