Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Silence. It can be very loud at times, almost suffocating. Sometimes that same quiet that is just so peaceful and serene grabs you by throat and squeezes the breath out of you. And claws at your skin and silently seeps right through you, twisting its way beneath the surface. Then you're running around looking for the damn remote. It leaves an emptiness in the stomach, as if you're floating in nothingness. You know it is hurting but the numbness stops you feeling anything. And you wonder if this is really it. That you're meant to float. "Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee," said Muhammad Ali. A loved one asks what your plans are. "To float," you hear yourself say. They look at you crazy. "That's bullshit, you're no floater!". But the world sometimes pushes you as if you are no more than a feather, weightless and without direction. You float where it takes you whether you like it or not.

This is an unedited text conversation I had with Rosaline at midnight. <3

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Title: Firework – Katy Perry

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2 Response to "Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?"

  1. Anonymous Says:

    5 March 2012 at 14:29

    I feel like you've pulled things out of my brain like albus dumbledore pulled out those silver threadlike memories from his own head, and then written them down, but way better than i could ever have written it. the fact that you wrote it on text makes me even more jealous of your writing ability.
    I tried writing something about the silence once.

    "But the world sometimes pushes you as if you are no more than a feather, weightless and without direction. You float where it takes you whether you like it or not."
    ^I love this.

  2. Anonymous Says:

    20 March 2012 at 10:22

    "And claws at your skin and silently seeps right through you, twisting its way beneath the surface."

    How true, Nas! So very profound. Silence isn't just the absence of sound...it is so much more than just that.

    I don't know too many people who can put thoughts to words as wonderfully and artistically as you can, Nas! I've missed reading you all the while I have been away, and I shall catch up on your blog now!

    Hope you're doing well, Nas! :)

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