One of those things when you dont know whether to feel dumb about or happy about.
Phantom figurines listen to mumbled tones inside a ruptured displacement of sound. the skull of amusement is the residue from a recidal of musicians who danced behind my thoughts as the sounds played. Speak of hate and angst, my words know not of this disposition, the number one, the letters of her name have brought a new meaning inside the hollowed pit I had. Shes helped me from the hole, but does she wave and dissappear or does she stay? I have a hairclip, some words and a picture set.. i want more.. Deal out the cards of life and play them with witty banter and decide upon your propositions.. or? wait we dont compromis here nor do we play games.. ill be outside waiting for the darkness to sweep me off my feet and pretend like theres some silly force mocking me. Shes always holding my hand, but I think I could let go if she was gaurenteed happiness elsewhere, my mind detests my fingers and their movements and what they type, but i want her to be happy. Will she let go? I love her, she is my first and i want her to be my last.. but wherever she is happiest is where she belongs. I want her here with me, i know i could make her happy. Awkwardness resides in my brain because for the first moment I feel I want someone else to be happy over my desires.. is this true? love? I love her.. i want her to be happy. I love [you].
PS i dont know if this belongs on the internet..
on a different planet:
i went to walgreens and bought art supplies, your prolly thinkin what the hell can you get there? I got a few pens and a sketch pad, I found a new way to draw, well, new to me. i enjoy it so much, but my hand cramps up quite fast in doing so. I also got some rubber cement, im going to be finishing up my room, covering it in newspaper and whatnot. All I have left is the roof, but im not sure thats going to work exactly.
I still havnt heard from keke, im guessing she died :/ I will keep calling her until I find out though damnit. keke where are you...grr...
PS what is the lifespan of words?
PS i dont know if this belongs on the internet..
on a different planet:
i went to walgreens and bought art supplies, your prolly thinkin what the hell can you get there? I got a few pens and a sketch pad, I found a new way to draw, well, new to me. i enjoy it so much, but my hand cramps up quite fast in doing so. I also got some rubber cement, im going to be finishing up my room, covering it in newspaper and whatnot. All I have left is the roof, but im not sure thats going to work exactly.
I still havnt heard from keke, im guessing she died :/ I will keep calling her until I find out though damnit. keke where are you...grr...
PS what is the lifespan of words?