Only The Wise Guard Their Thots...
My thots are merely shadows of my fuct up and complicated feelings. Darker, emptier, simpler. I love to cut open my brain and run my fingers through the pages of my conscience. When I go to check on the people I use to be that I've captured in the records I contain in my head I see all the things that have changed. The things that have disappeared. The things that have grown. The things that will always make me fight back the tears.
Thoughts are so powerful...it makes my tummy turn and my heart leap before sinking unbelievably low. Shattering. Grinding the pieces. Allowing the wind to Blow away the dust.
Sometimes I forget, in cruel happiness, just how great depression can taste. It's sour and sweet and crunchy and smooth and everything all at once. I wanna spit it out but I can't help but swallow...
Energy, health, patience...it comes now and gives me the biggest hug ever given. I'm cloaked in these things and stop typing now...revealing too much...getting worried and scared. My image is broken...how beautiful it is to be vulnerable and lonely. Bare...naked...raw. How absolutely amazing it feels. I have nothing and that gives me everything.:)
Thoughts are so powerful...it makes my tummy turn and my heart leap before sinking unbelievably low. Shattering. Grinding the pieces. Allowing the wind to Blow away the dust.
Sometimes I forget, in cruel happiness, just how great depression can taste. It's sour and sweet and crunchy and smooth and everything all at once. I wanna spit it out but I can't help but swallow...
Energy, health, patience...it comes now and gives me the biggest hug ever given. I'm cloaked in these things and stop typing now...revealing too much...getting worried and scared. My image is broken...how beautiful it is to be vulnerable and lonely. Bare...naked...raw. How absolutely amazing it feels. I have nothing and that gives me everything.:)