Disonnecting
The balance wavers as the person on the other side of the sea-saw steps off.
Of course, the air is cold and I am solid.
Everything asleep within the confines of a solid mass of materials.
Purpose still seeking self, the ship is sinking fast and the crew is almost extinct.
The one lone sailor just runs in circles, completely baffled as of what to do.
In the middle of the ocean. no life boats or vests. death creeping in all around.
He drowns.
Drowns in expectation.
Of suffocation.
He'll never be alone again.
He's died with those he called friends.
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All these vestiges of dead dreams filtering in through pillows and blankets and sleep, when did the promise of the future turn into a threat against your sanity?
Although, it's true, wisdom seems to disrupt artistic endeavors, wouldn't creativity be started from the things you've learned along the long stretch of your past?
Who truly knows.
Love is something lovely and luring, but dangerous and full of bitter spite and angst.
You've triumphed now, with your handbag full of handouts, and your pants so full of experience all because your eyes help you hide your lies.
It may be alright for now, but sooner or later the bricks of reality will come down, and who knows, they might pick them up only to throw them at you.
Displeasure is one thing, but hatred is something else all together.
Beware.
I remember the smell of the ocean sweeping across my face, it was the purest form of beauty with a S.A.S.B. and a nose inside a book.
Probably the sand, but something wasn't clean.
That place, so unforgettable, I wonder what it looks like now.
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All the times I said hello, when I really meant good bye.
Now I walk past, and avoid even saying hi.
It seems so trivial, the way things are now.
The tumor, she succeeded, though I'm still not sure how.
The way things were back then..
was there even such a thing as friends?
Or was it just another dream?
All I know for sure is that, it made me want to scream.
So love can tell it's story, and bring upon the pain.
Be it cleavor, or purely just insane.
Still this minds a'racin' to where ever it may go.
Where it will end up, no one will ever really know.
That's just part of the story, as one side would have it told, the other sides are menacing and might make you wait too long to hear them.
Sushi.
craiving, deeply, sushi!
I'm starving!
Thank goodess for near by sushi restaurants.
Of course, the air is cold and I am solid.
Everything asleep within the confines of a solid mass of materials.
Purpose still seeking self, the ship is sinking fast and the crew is almost extinct.
The one lone sailor just runs in circles, completely baffled as of what to do.
In the middle of the ocean. no life boats or vests. death creeping in all around.
He drowns.
Drowns in expectation.
Of suffocation.
He'll never be alone again.
He's died with those he called friends.
``````````````````````````````````````````````````````
All these vestiges of dead dreams filtering in through pillows and blankets and sleep, when did the promise of the future turn into a threat against your sanity?
Although, it's true, wisdom seems to disrupt artistic endeavors, wouldn't creativity be started from the things you've learned along the long stretch of your past?
Who truly knows.
Love is something lovely and luring, but dangerous and full of bitter spite and angst.
You've triumphed now, with your handbag full of handouts, and your pants so full of experience all because your eyes help you hide your lies.
It may be alright for now, but sooner or later the bricks of reality will come down, and who knows, they might pick them up only to throw them at you.
Displeasure is one thing, but hatred is something else all together.
Beware.
I remember the smell of the ocean sweeping across my face, it was the purest form of beauty with a S.A.S.B. and a nose inside a book.
Probably the sand, but something wasn't clean.
That place, so unforgettable, I wonder what it looks like now.
``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
All the times I said hello, when I really meant good bye.
Now I walk past, and avoid even saying hi.
It seems so trivial, the way things are now.
The tumor, she succeeded, though I'm still not sure how.
The way things were back then..
was there even such a thing as friends?
Or was it just another dream?
All I know for sure is that, it made me want to scream.
So love can tell it's story, and bring upon the pain.
Be it cleavor, or purely just insane.
Still this minds a'racin' to where ever it may go.
Where it will end up, no one will ever really know.
That's just part of the story, as one side would have it told, the other sides are menacing and might make you wait too long to hear them.
Sushi.
craiving, deeply, sushi!
I'm starving!
Thank goodess for near by sushi restaurants.