Nothing is right about this feeling.
The uneasiness, the anxiety. The terrifying, worrying, sinking feeling. The unhealthy obsession thoughts wrap around this person, this stranger. Gush of endorphin. The calamity of his voice upon my shaky trembling hands. I took granted of the freedom of choice I had before, the choice to look away, to be unchained under these circumstances. Eloquent is his speech, mean are his jokes. What a turmoil of excitement and fear, all bubbling in one hot cauldron of emotions.
How I long to feel like this.
-Farah
Friday, August 7, 2015
Phone notes #1
13/4/2015 8:25am
People find sadness in other people, in other people's misery. I cannot tell you how much people love misery. We are all drawn to it. It makes us feel bigger, more powerful. It kindles our soul like fire catching on oil. Humans are flammable. We get so egoistic and its the best feeling. To wee on other people's death is a strength. Because it is not our own.
-Farah
People find sadness in other people, in other people's misery. I cannot tell you how much people love misery. We are all drawn to it. It makes us feel bigger, more powerful. It kindles our soul like fire catching on oil. Humans are flammable. We get so egoistic and its the best feeling. To wee on other people's death is a strength. Because it is not our own.
-Farah
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