HOLY POPCORN, BATMAN!!!!!!!! Ok. I'm off to find a job! :)
As I sat with my nose pressed to the screen, my lashes sweeping across everything....every word....seemed to hold oceans.
And as I followed, as he continued on, I realized that I may have somehow melted to it.
As I peeled myself off, I lost some skin and flesh, and my soul recoiled...burying itself hard, into the pits of my cavernous ribcage, for fear of falling out.
This made it very difficult to breath, or think, or hear, or see......But I had seen enough. And so I stitched up my metaphoric wounds with ethereal threads, sat back... rubbed the stinging tears from my wide eyes, let out a sigh of gratitude and threw up.
Comparable to the feeling of being slapped hard across the face and then immediatly kissed deeply....
Finally to understand the phrase" sweet insanity "to the fullest .
for reasons that I cannot admit, even to myself.
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not that person, not that simple.
much more complex.....and besides , too wild to be tamed so easiily by something that has no interest in taming
too majestic for endeavors, unrequited.
Much more likely to twist the rope around my wrists tighter and tighter until I draw blood, and pull them high to get a good stretch.........
Once , I found before , a similar sensation.
And when I lost it ,it left a similar sensation...difficult to decipher the difference .
Damn. It seems that karma and the circling cycle, are working together to slam doors and crack them back open ,just as breath is lost.
I might need a warm cup of tea.
And as I followed, as he continued on, I realized that I may have somehow melted to it.
As I peeled myself off, I lost some skin and flesh, and my soul recoiled...burying itself hard, into the pits of my cavernous ribcage, for fear of falling out.
This made it very difficult to breath, or think, or hear, or see......But I had seen enough. And so I stitched up my metaphoric wounds with ethereal threads, sat back... rubbed the stinging tears from my wide eyes, let out a sigh of gratitude and threw up.
Comparable to the feeling of being slapped hard across the face and then immediatly kissed deeply....
Finally to understand the phrase" sweet insanity "to the fullest .
for reasons that I cannot admit, even to myself.
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not that person, not that simple.
much more complex.....and besides , too wild to be tamed so easiily by something that has no interest in taming
too majestic for endeavors, unrequited.
Much more likely to twist the rope around my wrists tighter and tighter until I draw blood, and pull them high to get a good stretch.........
Once , I found before , a similar sensation.
And when I lost it ,it left a similar sensation...difficult to decipher the difference .
Damn. It seems that karma and the circling cycle, are working together to slam doors and crack them back open ,just as breath is lost.
I might need a warm cup of tea.