My Monologue

What does this mean? It means everything.

Am i fascinating? Do you find me fascinating?

Are we alive or have we only just been breathing.

Every morning i awake and the flowers die again.

In so many ways i am like its petals but i just cant seem to hit the ground.

Have you ever hit the ground?

Do you know what thats like?

The suffering is over.

But its probably just the intermission.

All i want to do is leave this movie theater and cry.

But i cant ever cry.

No tears ever flow. 

But i cry when my dad yells at me, or when we kiss for too long.

Why cant i cry?

Are their pills for that?

I mean theres pills for everything, right?

I wanna get high.

Just to know what its like.

I wont get addicted

I would never.

I promise.

I just need to feel something.

What have you known to feel?

The weight of body?

The exploration of love.

I dont want you to take off your clothes.

Infact i’d like it if you added more layers.

I want to be sexy and alluring

Or maybe just pretty.

But maybe just nice.

I dont know just say i have a big presence, thats fine.

I want to feel alive.

Today i felt alive.

The dread has some how vanished

And now i am only floating in Nemo.

Drifting till It all drowns out.