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overload me with text, but I realize you for the stinking rotting liar you are. reputation becoming the word to be shit on.

yeah I have this hand. reaches through things. defies what is. it brings me back woe. it shows me they can't tell me where to reach. I got this hand. yeah I have this hand. it reaches for common emotions. text. thoughts. to avail. to some avail. I grasp things. I draw on the air. yeah I got this hand. it draws on air. things like clouds.....shaped ( Read more... )

in this room. where introversion seems to settle in. you begin to lose track. lose sight. you lose clarity. in this hailstorm of ideals. in this undermining of yourself. you begin to realize you aren't worth a damn. but you push on. even if you are pushing down.

it makes me cry to think. and you knew. that we wouldn't see the sun come up. so don't eye me from that corner. make me think. I have anywhere to be. any worth to show. because my eyes have a place here in the dirt. watching the lows crawl.

I have been zoning out a lot lately. I can't write anything right now, although that was my intention. I am constantly under a cover lately. It is pretty cool. I wanna work though.

he stands watching the sun slowly fall away, along with all his hopes and could be dreams. asleep under the sun. that is where he will be. fighting stars off with intellect. inviting bright days in to cradle his logic. lay under the sun. a picnic of adolecense. sprawled out under the sun. and truly truly beautiful things may happen. if it is at his ( Read more... )

there is a hallway. his mind is fixated on the end. and his demeanor is all over the place. but his steps are thought out. he begins to walk. one step after the other. every step brings life from ground up as the floor cracks open and bright blue liquid travels at slow rates and grabs hold of his arms. he continues. more forcefully. more determined ( Read more... )

there must be shelter in a storm. I might be dead on the inside.