The gallery.

I don't even understand my feelings. So I can't begin to write about them. I want to write in metaphors, as to shade my feelings with some sort of cloak, so that I can thoroughly assasinate my thoughts without alerting the gaurd. But my mind just won't work like that; maybe because its so cloudy from the precipitation you've caused. It's rained upwards for days now, and how skin reacts to water is how humans react to hurt. And it's just, I want you to know that I'm a desert right now. I'm over-heated with nothing to cool me down. But you know, I was once a valley. I was once a lush oasis with grass and rivers and streams and inhabitants, until those indecisive plate tectonics came along. And I find it interesting; the inhabitants sucked me half dry, and they just did away with me. It was just reap and reap and reap, no off season, and eventually, even though I had put up with all their abuse and gave them so much service , they left me. They used up my resources and left me. When they talk amongst themselves, I hear them say that it was because they thought I was creating volcanoes, which would eventually kill them. And I'm glad that I'm gettig this off of my back, because it's been like a ghost. But it's been a ghost in a different sense... more like a ghost that lingers everyhwere. A ghost that is the smell of the air, a ghost that seems to haunt key-words and phrases, place names and jokes. But then it could also be liken to an elephant. Naturally, you'd be confused as to why an elephant was there on your back in the first place, but it would also be incredibly painful to carry a pacaderm around all of the time. You'd hurt, you'd be in pain. You may not have noticed it, but I also feel like an insane thought. I always wondered if I'm thought of by other people, but I couldn't be. I couldn't be. And I mean, I want you to understand that I know I should've abandoned ship. 'Cuz like, everyone else has. But it's just too difficult to abandon a ship that you've wanted to sail on for such a long time... Especially if you were having the time of your life. And yes, you may remark that sitting on a sunken ship is hazardous to your health. But I'm still hoping for some aircraft carrier, underwater crane, the Coast Gaurd to come and haul it back up and return it to its former glory. It's childish and ridiculous, because God knows this ship is too far buried under the iron sea to ever be revived. And last thing that I'll say to you before I leave: I know you live in a different country, so it's really hard to talk to you. I wish I could talk to you, because I know that we, by ourselves, could make world peace; make things right again. But I can't afford long distances, and wouldn't have the words to say anyway.