3 seconds
Every 3 seconds.
In the same moment that I feel elated, I feel deflated. I feel overjoyed, and saddened. I feel pumped by the music, I feel shaken by the statistics. I am moved by the beat, I am helpless with the emotion.
I am energised by the movement, deadened by the hypocrisy..that I feel...in...myself.
Every 3 seconds. I feel absolutely, completely, totally....
useless.
2 thoughts:
Tell me about it. I even felt guilty about waiting for Floyd to play.
rat: Well, I would not think guilt would help, but anyhoo- I missed Floyd. Caught the reunion on the re run, and sighed-miserable in the knowledge that I wuld never see them Live.
ls: you're supposed to be whatever, sunshine.
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