Isn't It Strange. Thoughts in Head.

Ever been aching to express something that you just can’t show?
Ever wanted to open your heart to a world that you fear?

It’s a numb feeling in the back of your mind and you’re fighting it
Holding it, deceiving it, sometimes even playing it.
It’s when your mind goes and plays tricks – creates things that just don’t exist – so you can believe, and then panic, that you’re seeing something you don’t want to see, that you shouldn’t see.

And when you close your eyes it’s a perfect picture – vivid and vibrant – until you become aware of what’s staring at you right there. Open your eyes and ignore it.

Walk a couple of miles, and feel so much. Write down on paper how you feel tonight – blog it, facebook it, even scribble it in your diary. Blue ink, perfect font.

Isn’t it strange how it’s so hard to say everything you perhaps should say. Everything on your mind, that you hide and say it’s ok, I’ll say it another day.

Hearts buckle under mounting pressure. These are the days you wake to find that everything that has seemed so perfect comes crashing down.
And you want to ask – where did it all go wrong?
Should you have spoken when all was silent? Should you have kept quiet and not opened your scars to the world? An unpleasant truth that haunts you and tracks you down – in your sleep.

And I can write everywhere how I feel. I could write it on the back of this page, I could write it on a receipt in my purse. I could write it on the walls, I could write it with magnets on the fridge. But I can’t say this face to face.