It funny, isn't it, the way life turns out. The roads we walk that we never even knew existed. The why's, how's, and wherefore's of us. The people we become and the things we do that we told ourselves we never would. The darkness that taints the thoughts we think, the cynic we end up being, the bitterness that replaces hope, the synonyms we turn into.
I am a synonym. Just another person, just another woman. Just another face. Just another friend. Just another hurting. Just another seeking. Just another yearning. Just another someone.
Just another someone wanting. Just another someone asking. Just another someone giving. Just another someone dreaming. Just another someone screaming. Just another someone pleading. Just another someone.
And sometimes not a someone. A somehow. A somewhy. A somewhat. A something. A synonym.
Just another. Another. Not one, not you, not I. Just another many. Just another knowing.
Just another me.
I love this.
ReplyDeleteAnd i love your writing style.
and your ninja monkey style.
and you quoted farscape!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou should definitely have a box I can check that says "Bleh" Or some other noise that means "I understand, but just want to make random noises cause words aren't enough" <3
ReplyDelete3~#:I now have a "bleh" box. XD
ReplyDeleteArcheim: Thank you. =)