February 2010
Plays while I write, on repeat. It’s...
Come love, step into my head?
and witness what’s there. The once tadpoles of emotions that are now lions that trallop from one side of my skull to another. Their magnificence is something that I have only seen and know not how to explain. Each is branded with a minute scar of pain or a signature of effervescent happiness. The vastness of their bodies and shine of their presence is something that one can stand frozen and...
I wish everything didn't,
come in rapid waves, unstoppable and irreversible. Approaching subconsciously, and unrecognized trodding deep in my mind hidden from foresight. Then it pounces, claws dug far into the mushy texture of my brain, attached, pain flowing onto my stream of thoughts, not preventable by any means. It is this point when I render any efforts to keep the floodgates locked.
Real men: (Gabie)
wisekid93:
If a man hasn’t discovered something he’d die for he’s not fit to live.
“Work like you’re 39, play like you’re 7, and keep it going till...”
– Jeranda
It's like my thoughts are loaded into a gatling or...
They won’t stop swimming. All the thoughts, lap after lap. They won’t stop running, lap after lap. They won’t stop crying, their whimpers unceasing. Their smiles constant. The welling of pride at hypothetical scenarios with him is inevitable. Their clammoring jaws fervently taking flesh from my brain cell walls.
In opposition: the trance of nothingness. My mind wallows aimlessly...
