Every night that I can, I MSN my life away. A couple nights ago however, a friend noticed something about me that I hadn't clued into yet myself. Even though he couldn't see me, he said "you seem sad".
I was actually taken aback by that comment. He, who hadn't seen me in months, who couldn't hear my voice or see me at that exact moment could sense my feelings. Even when he could see me on my cam, he told me I seemed sad. When I asked why, he said "You're not smiling as much".
What I think is sad though, is that a person I barely talk to can see more of me than the people I see every day. No one else seems to notice my feelings.
Me, I'm a shadow within my own soul.
My essence isn't known to those around me.
The people I care most about...they always disappear.
It seems that I'm drowning, and only a few can see that. Those who can see, they're special to me. I know I can be myself with them. I can confide in their souls, and them in mine.
Mardi is my name, and I'm an artist of the soul. Save me, before I drown.
I'm following my hopeless dreams, and they're leading me into my mind, consuming my spirit, and leaving me lost; maybe forever.
PS: Dear sanity,
I miss you.
About Me
- -Spirited Away
- To those who may not know me, my name is Mardi. It's a short form for the very creative name my mother gave me which, in all my years alive, no one has ever pronounced correctly. Sad, I know. People I know, they say I'm like a mother. How? According to them, it's because I care too much and look out for their best interests. My mind however, claims otherwise. This thing that lives inside of me...I'm not sure what to make of it. Is it my hope and faith that keeps me going, or rather, is it my descending sanity that pushes me forward? One thing is certain; life is what you make of it, and mine is filled with hopeless dreams.
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