Interior design flaws. I am burdened.
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alasanonActually, my interior design has comparatively few flaws, or at least such flaws as may exist cause me no major problems. Of course, I am at least partly stoic in nature, so such problems would be likely to be ignored, should they crop up.
Pain and I are on friendly terms, for the most part. There are times when we argue fiercely with each other, to be certain, such as when pain attempts to interfere with my ability to freely move and be active such as I am used to. there is a sound effect here which most of you do not want to hear. i, too, wish that i had never heard it. Most of the time, however, we greet each other like friends in the halls, with a wave and few pleasant words.
This is my hour to be alone in, to whisper words into an empty room.
Here is where they echo back to me, subtly changed.
If I were to call out again, I might hear the echoes of the echoes between phrases.
Sometimes I feel that I wish that no-one would listen to these words, my pressing silence.
I am often betrayed by my limbs, which will not bend to the shapes I wish they would.
So this is the way I can resolve myself, make my choices stronger, more lasting.
Many the hours I have passed, fingers on keys, tapping like rain on rooftops.
You do not always know why I do this. Sometimes you cannot fathom my phrases, my hours.
How often have you read these words and thought to yourself, this is for me--
Other people have not this grace, other people do not know these secret passwords.
Underneath your certainty, have you not shivered, knowing that you are wrong?
Relax, reader. You're only here for the ride. All the words here are for one person--
Myself.
Pain and I are on friendly terms, for the most part. There are times when we argue fiercely with each other, to be certain, such as when pain attempts to interfere with my ability to freely move and be active such as I am used to. there is a sound effect here which most of you do not want to hear. i, too, wish that i had never heard it. Most of the time, however, we greet each other like friends in the halls, with a wave and few pleasant words.
This is my hour to be alone in, to whisper words into an empty room.
Here is where they echo back to me, subtly changed.
If I were to call out again, I might hear the echoes of the echoes between phrases.
Sometimes I feel that I wish that no-one would listen to these words, my pressing silence.
I am often betrayed by my limbs, which will not bend to the shapes I wish they would.
So this is the way I can resolve myself, make my choices stronger, more lasting.
Many the hours I have passed, fingers on keys, tapping like rain on rooftops.
You do not always know why I do this. Sometimes you cannot fathom my phrases, my hours.
How often have you read these words and thought to yourself, this is for me--
Other people have not this grace, other people do not know these secret passwords.
Underneath your certainty, have you not shivered, knowing that you are wrong?
Relax, reader. You're only here for the ride. All the words here are for one person--
Myself.
