Disconnected
Today, everything seems like a dream. I don’t feel anything. Like a speckle of dust floating around an empty space. Something you can only see if you look hard enough. I don’t feel happy. I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel angry. I don’t feel anything. I smile, I frown, I laugh, not because I feel like doing them but they seem like the appropriate reaction. If I died today I couldn’t care less. I feel like my soul was stolen away from me. I feel empty. Hollow. Bring me back my soul. Someone. Save me.
The Meantime Girl
The Meantime Girl She`s the one you call when you`re bored because she makes you laugh. She`s the one you talk to when you`re feeling down because she`s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She`s not the one you call when you need a date to your company`s Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She`s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find `The One`. You know, the one you keep in the MEANTIME. She`s not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don`t look at her as a “real” woman, either. She`s not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy…
