Feb 24, 2008 20:49
my thoughts dash in and out of whats left of my brain cells
twittering as if there's a dead short behind my eyes
when is it ok to push throw something and when is it ok to hold back
i never learned when to hold them and when to fold them
i either hold it all or let the fucker fly open
this these are my troubles
when is it to early to throw yourself at some one
to lunge at the world with everything you got
some how i keep trying to do just that
then out of no were i slam into that philosophical hard place
the rock of tangible reality slides nicely up against my ass
i am clutching on to the over used metaphor to make
my point
my ever slipping hold on reality
will some day fall away
leaving me alone with my own thoughts
those those that will drive at my my self
well beyond all my sycosis
life pushes forward
and i am doing well
i have been laughing and chatting more then i thought i could
i'm pleased with my thriftyness in food
i just streached a chicken and some frozen veggys into more food then i need for 4 or 5 days
and just a quuickly as my thoughts flooded my head
they have now run off
back to the well where ever the go after you loss your grasp off them
till the next time