Do you really know where you're going?
Everything is so busy at the moment.
why do you do it to yourself? foolish optimistic
It feels like some sort of obscure virus, in a poxy park...
not sleeping ok / drinking-smoking too much / full of school stuff.
Trapped in microcosm?
The boy disappeared, smiling & staring up in disbelief-
Meanwhile known faces aglow limp complacency, nihilistics / apparently uninhibited "ourselfs" all this time.
Im not hearing straight since i said yes (to say yes to one instant,
is to say yes to all of existence) it bursts into a chain of forced affirmations, until the last line drop disputing the fact of a newdateappliance.
"I will not let this happen"
So, read ( here ) ( here ) & ( here ) ok, i think this is just the beginning, i gotta lay down, i have to be able to see the ground... don't you realize!!?
i just want to hold him cause i need someone to hold me... reason of enough random thoughts: i couldn't breath last night, & you looked so fast asleep that i didn't want to wake you -& I DID NOT WAKE YOU UP- instead i waited at the edge,
nothing that even remotely resembles your head...
my advise: if it ever happens to you, better start naming names,
they'll all come back - to make ends meet.
This is my reasonable point of view with wide emotional honesty.
I just want to be led on until someone starts to miss me,
just like drowning & resurfacing & drowning & resurfacing &...
until somebody hits you
& i replied, what will happen to us now?... anyway, who gives a fuck?
we have lost our minds --- through our hearts.
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