Frost on the windows.
3/4/03 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonAnd pain in my head. I'm through the d's and into the e's.
In the progression of hours, I've found myself wishing that I could always tell the differences between times when my emotions are real and when they are put upon so that I can claim to have something to feel. Have you ever had the experience of having a feeling that seems...hollow, somehow? As though it just weren't the truth, or perhaps, if partially true, at the very least not the end of the story?
Perhaps it's dramatical and fantastical, or perhaps it's something that everyone feels sometimes. I just wish I could always and immediately tell the difference.
this mood, too, is a lie.
In the progression of hours, I've found myself wishing that I could always tell the differences between times when my emotions are real and when they are put upon so that I can claim to have something to feel. Have you ever had the experience of having a feeling that seems...hollow, somehow? As though it just weren't the truth, or perhaps, if partially true, at the very least not the end of the story?
Perhaps it's dramatical and fantastical, or perhaps it's something that everyone feels sometimes. I just wish I could always and immediately tell the difference.
this mood, too, is a lie.
