seeking my unanswered thoughts
will i ever end up where id like to be, twisted around my own spindle, apparently trying to disguise itself as my brain. twirling; getting lost in each new notion that seems to knock me on my ass without remorse. i sit here bruised and beated, yet the only object that has flown through the air is my own conscience. a girl's mind can be her greatest fear, with the time i spend crouched within myelf, i could be discovering the artist hiding deep inside me to construct a piece of appreciation that i desperately need for my own sake. fighting back the cess pool of manufactured intellects walking in front of me, to stray from the single file line ive been waiting in for much too long; destination>>>> "the norm", at this point my own worst enemy, only neighbors to the abstraction my mind possesses. desperately awaiting variables to position themselves to make this equation correct.