locked up;

i secretly find the title very applicable. it was the same words used by pgwen to described how we're feeling. but i guess, in a way, it's very apt now. :/

in the wee hours of the night, i've never told anyone, but i'm really afraid of the dark. more towards being afraid of the night, secretly, because you don't know what the night has in store for you, and because it's night, it's the end of the day. where activities cease, and your heart should be put to rest. but it scares me, and i don't feel safe. don't feel safe here at all.

i don't know how to describe how i'm feeling. i'm perfectly okay with going through the routines, going through each day. i should be contented, should be.. at ease? but i feel nothing like that. the head knows it all, but the heart doesn't. i'm fighting against myself, and i don't know why.

a different kind of heartache, that i can no longer comprehend. i am not who i am, neither do i understand. the heart's searching for something i can't find. like, a lost pace of mine.

'the tumult in the heart keeps asking questions, and then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone of voice. no one could tell the difference.' - conversation.

can't think anymore. telephone from lady gaga sounds so relevant to me. okay, but it's not good.

flyaway;