gusty.
Added my real father on facebook. and was denied.
pretty sure my mother may have been bi polar, or schizo. Not entirely sure, but definitely no confidence and full of different kinds of defenses.
I can just hear the wind outside my apartment non stop tonight. i feel like i'm travelling at some high velocity just constantly blowing through.
this is my definition of a woman.
a soft contained, controlled broken riddled spirit. someone locked up and waiting to be opened. an immense amount of pressure, that only needs a pin prick to tear apart the walls. carried and simple, longing and hoping, full of ideal and symptom. carved out and melting on the pavement. trailing cream behind her every foot print. sloshing forward. resolved and selfcontained, a patchwork. thrown between the fights. ganged together. risen, climbing out like like through the eyes. bursting from their face. course correcting.
my definition of my thoughts.
i constant stream of conciousness, and manic frenzy of conditions and system checks. always finding a groove and finding my way off and out and in an uncharted world. communicating entirely based out of preconception.
i will look at something like a metal beam or a cushion, and have to do something about it.
the wind rushes louder and louder tonight.time for me to speak louder.ish..
i will shallow you out.
pretty sure my mother may have been bi polar, or schizo. Not entirely sure, but definitely no confidence and full of different kinds of defenses.
I can just hear the wind outside my apartment non stop tonight. i feel like i'm travelling at some high velocity just constantly blowing through.
this is my definition of a woman.
a soft contained, controlled broken riddled spirit. someone locked up and waiting to be opened. an immense amount of pressure, that only needs a pin prick to tear apart the walls. carried and simple, longing and hoping, full of ideal and symptom. carved out and melting on the pavement. trailing cream behind her every foot print. sloshing forward. resolved and selfcontained, a patchwork. thrown between the fights. ganged together. risen, climbing out like like through the eyes. bursting from their face. course correcting.
my definition of my thoughts.
i constant stream of conciousness, and manic frenzy of conditions and system checks. always finding a groove and finding my way off and out and in an uncharted world. communicating entirely based out of preconception.
i will look at something like a metal beam or a cushion, and have to do something about it.
the wind rushes louder and louder tonight.time for me to speak louder.ish..
i will shallow you out.