we are all bugs in a wood pile

Jun 29, 2006 02:54

Insignificant: nothingness
Happiness:love
Insomnia:
Sickness:
Tired
fatigue
dred
wish
beg

The pill slides down slowly as it settles in my stomach to be eaten by the bile. A head change blurred vision hyperfenfipivity. Lights, sounds, smells, feelings. Everything fades in your head and your heart feels as if it will impload. You're looking for peices of your soul you lost long ago. Butterflies and jewels, stars and empty packets. Another head change and collapse the world closed in around me. Peices of sky and morals. Red, blue, young, and clueless. Wanting, needing, looking, and seeing so much more clear open new and fresh. Dizzy nausea vomitting up every skeleton in my closet since I was twelve. Warm bath soathing my perged soul easy, relaxed ,exhausted over dosed death, renewal.

Love Always
Mousie
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