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[Lost_myth]

Sometimes life takes you through hell and all you have to do is keep walking. Just keep going. It can be painful and awefully hard; your spirit is drained, your eyes are dry, your mouth is like cotton and you smell worse than a pig in a dung hole. You know, sometimes you hit a brick wall, right? And so you cry, scream.. break a thing or two. But as long as you forgive yourself, you can always attack after you submit and surrender. You aren't broken until you're dead.

"Heh. It's pretty crazy. You know, usually I'd be crying, but I guess.. I realize. I realize that as long as you can do something useful then you can be pretty happy," says the narrator.

"That's great and all, but why would you cry otherwise?" says a man, a person the narrator is talking to.

"I always blame myself for being alone. It's like.. the way I look, no one can love. Or maybe my mind is just gone and I'm left with this sensative shell."

"Well, how do you look?"

*chuckle* "You're standing right in front of me."

"What do you mean?"

"You've seen my pictures!"

"I don't think it's the way you look. Maybe you just give off bad vibes. Do you fart a lot?"

"What!?"

"Boys aren't really going to line up if you break wind all the time."

"Hey! *five blunt, loud laughs* No, I don't smell bad--I mean sometimes but... you know how it is-"

"Do I?"

"I have my bad days. You can't be perfect all the time and I'd rather not be perfect at all, except for in this sense. It's not like I can randomly jump in the dryer with a sheet of fabric softner."

"It's called, taking a shower."

"Ok, ok. I don't think.. hmm.. it's probably more along the line of bad vibes. I mean. I'm very confident and I really like myself, most of the time, but I can get creeped out pretty easily... by other people I mean! I think that's.. pretty smart though, my body shuts down when I know that someone isn't good for me. *five second pause* Yeah my mouth can blab on throughtout the night, but face to face.. I have to trust them."

"So, do you think you have some issues with trust?"

"Well, I've been inclining my self, with habbit, to 'Exit' into a different world, every night. *two second pause* For the past, lets say, four years... I'd rant and rave to people I don't know and will never see, as if they were my best friends. The internet has been my reffer... but now that I sit here, on the computer.. acting as if I am talking to someone else...watching my family around me...*sniffle, eyes water* I know that my exit, indeed was a trapped box without a reverse entry. I've exited more than feelings, I've exited my truth, truth to the life of a lost myth..."


TRUTH TO THE LIFE OF A LOST MYTH; LESUDA.

(cont'd)
"Just like reffer, you think that it's making you happy and it is... temporarily, until things stop cliching and end up missing."
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