The Meanwhile

There is something in my head, keeping my thoughts away but leaving the emotions. I can not quite connect them to anything particular. I just behold random emotions floating around in void created by the lack of thought. Feels funny, yet so confusing... Almost frustrating. I keep trying to link them to something, anything. Sometimes there is just nothing happening, sometimes you are just in the meanwhile, waiting for the next moment to come.

Recessive

Your eyes, your voice, your smile, your smell. It haunts me in plain daylight. A presence I simply can't ignore. Standing there in the corner of my mind, watching my every move, judging each step I take. Not the way it used to be, more like a pasive image strained through my train of thought.

Makes me feel I was wrong all along. Wasted effort on forgetting you, because one simple word can make me go blind. It's just crazy... the way you make my world flip. Unacceptable. Uncontrolable.

I've gotten over it, I have. But I can't seem to forget it. It's just there, reminding me daily that I can't control myself at all. Reminding me my decisions are just recessive, if a dominant particle is added I'm subdued.