the real world is boring.
i need a fantasy.

this is ruthless and re-cyclical ( Read more... )

it'll never
get too
heavy
in this
fucking
house.

so far gone,
and you
fuckers will
never even
notice the
difference.

i grow
breathless
at the sight
the sound
the light
the leaving
the ruthless
re-cyclic
nature
of this whole
goddamned
beast
if it leaves
me high
and dry in
all the right
places
i might
catch
some fucking
air.

whatever you
think
you understand
is
most likely
probably and
under most circumstance
wrong.

some things,
never change,
some things,
i will not change,
but you,
you change me.
continually,
formulaically,
by the books,
and under the radar,
unaware,
mostly unassuming,
blissfully i'm sure,
parts of you are
welcome,
but only parts.

not alone,

but lonely.

nothing
and
no
body
motivates
me.

i have made great strides
towards feeling nothing
nothing at all
some days, it's here
other days, it's not
but it keeps building
and it won't stop.

but, i don't want it to.