Soundlessly trapped.
That's what they call it, you know. When people wake-up at thirty, then forty, then fifty, and don't know what became of their lives. "Soundlessly trapped." No one hears you screaming in terror. No one holds the remedy to make you feel whole, complete, finished. We all live through it again and again. There's no magic pill to make it all better. Sylvia Plath died without having mastered a language she had tried to several times, German. Ayn Rand died without having the man she vigorously wrote about. You will without having achieved what you want.
Failing. That's drama. Success? Boring!
So I wish you a goodnight, and hope you fall apart.
-5/14/10, Laredo
That's what they call it, you know. When people wake-up at thirty, then forty, then fifty, and don't know what became of their lives. "Soundlessly trapped." No one hears you screaming in terror. No one holds the remedy to make you feel whole, complete, finished. We all live through it again and again. There's no magic pill to make it all better. Sylvia Plath died without having mastered a language she had tried to several times, German. Ayn Rand died without having the man she vigorously wrote about. You will without having achieved what you want.
Failing. That's drama. Success? Boring!
So I wish you a goodnight, and hope you fall apart.
-5/14/10, Laredo
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