as usual, no particular form or anything. I figure I would get something on here:
Im leaving into something new, into something that wasn't able to manifest my own savior within me. Within my last heart, heart of
hearts the words im lacking, laughing, chucking thinking, hoping that
what's within me is something that has potential
possibly proving
facts.. factual evidence that I might not be crazy..carefully
calculating consummating with my other half... Ahead of time, ahead of
marriage (fusion maybe or something else).. yet all this talk of wedding
vows got cold hands... coagulating ink (blood or something similar to
that) that's keeping me, freezing, faulting, flowing myself, flowing, wait
im flowing rowing through time and years growing older, swimming
swatting important ideas ideologies iconoclastic wishes wishing I could
let me be myself, myself.. thats the place im running from to get to, to
get to some writing wire wanting myself to want me, to love me to share
words with me, for myself... to be (a person) whole again with
words worth my weight in wings
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