a million and one

i had a million and one things to say but i spoke not a word... my thoughts came down upon me like a ton of bricks but nothing was to be seen. i prefer to sit back and absorb everything like a thirsty sponge. i just can't seem to find the motivation to say anything. its easier to just sit tight lipped cause its just too much effort to speak. everyone seems to have something to say but nobody's really saying anything. its a constant yibber yabber of monotonous bull crap. little bits here and there but nothing substantial. i seem to be able to push people's buttons with great ease. it doesn't take very much nor does it require the genius of Freud to figure out where to look. is my book really that closed or is there just no one who knows me well enough to 'get me'. sometimes i wish somebody would come and push my buttons. you know, like send a whopping jolt through my system. i guess its a game i like to play... then again who doesn't; for life would be pretty boring without games. on the flip side you eventually get bored of games .. recklessly over played....... *sigh* ..... *shrug*
love's lost soul drifting through space, aging with time, facing each day with eyes wide shut and waiting for the axe to fall.