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Just the Two of Us
Sep. 25th, 2007 10:07 pmThere is no one for me. I feel so surrounded and trapped, yet so lonely and isolated. How can this be? I see those around me struggle to understand me. Will they ever understand me, anything of life? At least I can pretend that when someone looks at me and tries to understand that what they think are good thoughts, intrigued thoughts. I miss talking to people: Really talking to someone, not the motions of conversation of an acquaintance. People are so single minded. Do they not take notice of other peoples’ thoughts? When I look at other around me, I can almost see what they are thinking: its written all over their faces. Do they know that they are projecting their thoughts so publicly….well…to me anyway. They think they are well hidden behind their faces of indifference. How very wrong they are. There are very few who I consider worth the effort of understanding, people worth more than a look.
He is very still. His face is very quiet. He is so well contained within himself, even I, the master of emotions, struggle to see past his mask. I think that he understands as well as I do that everyone around us is somehow is less developed than us to understand the world around us. I react and playoff the actions around me. So predictable. He is quite the opposite: unpredictable.
I find this fascinating. Truly fascinating.
We both know that the other can see what is truly going on. We understand that out of many, there are us. We often walk into the same room and asses what is going on and find each other eyes as if to confirm with the other that this moment is pointless. Smiling at each other as if there is no one else in the room, and there isn’t...not to us anyway.
We are not friends. I don’t we ever will be. In fact…I’m not sure what we are. I don’t hate him, I don’t love him. We don’t talk, we….observe one another. I’ve come to discover that he is as intrigued of as me as I am of him. Perhaps we are alone. Just the two of us.
~This is what happens when I get bored..I write weird things that haven't even happened to me yet. Where do I come up with this stuff? Surely, I don't know. ~
PeaCE oUT.
He is very still. His face is very quiet. He is so well contained within himself, even I, the master of emotions, struggle to see past his mask. I think that he understands as well as I do that everyone around us is somehow is less developed than us to understand the world around us. I react and playoff the actions around me. So predictable. He is quite the opposite: unpredictable.
I find this fascinating. Truly fascinating.
We both know that the other can see what is truly going on. We understand that out of many, there are us. We often walk into the same room and asses what is going on and find each other eyes as if to confirm with the other that this moment is pointless. Smiling at each other as if there is no one else in the room, and there isn’t...not to us anyway.
We are not friends. I don’t we ever will be. In fact…I’m not sure what we are. I don’t hate him, I don’t love him. We don’t talk, we….observe one another. I’ve come to discover that he is as intrigued of as me as I am of him. Perhaps we are alone. Just the two of us.
~This is what happens when I get bored..I write weird things that haven't even happened to me yet. Where do I come up with this stuff? Surely, I don't know. ~
PeaCE oUT.
