whispers in crowded rooms
london sticks in my throat. i choke on loneliness & insignificance. surrounded by people, i feel in a desert. the wind rolls gently & catches me in the chest. tumbleweed could roll by. i wouldn't be surprised.
love, love, love, it whispers on the tongues of the hopeful romantics like dreams of translucent oceans.
it's all i seem to discuss these days
lights shine in towerblocks. i contemplate my place in everything. each one of us has unlimited freedom, we place restrictions on ourselves. yet i wonder what i will do with this freedom. will i become an artisan exhibiting in the tate? will i become a writer scurrying away words for pleasure? a mother nursing a new born suckling at my breast? or will i blow myself away from reality? the options are unlimited.
seeds of grandeur & success & i know i will pathe my own way.
but right now, i wish recovery was easier. thoughts & feelings i wish i could rid myself of, although this moment won't last forever i wish i could completely eradicate them, like a finished cigarette, they are no use to me. acid surreal, pink & green swirl. i remember no matter how well i get, no matter how far into recovery i go, every moment i make will be captured on film & analyzed over & over, people will swing on meathooks in anticipation of my demise again.
love, love, love, it consumes me like a virus & eats away at my insides, but not in a bad way
love, love, love, it whispers on the tongues of the hopeful romantics like dreams of translucent oceans.
it's all i seem to discuss these days
lights shine in towerblocks. i contemplate my place in everything. each one of us has unlimited freedom, we place restrictions on ourselves. yet i wonder what i will do with this freedom. will i become an artisan exhibiting in the tate? will i become a writer scurrying away words for pleasure? a mother nursing a new born suckling at my breast? or will i blow myself away from reality? the options are unlimited.
seeds of grandeur & success & i know i will pathe my own way.
but right now, i wish recovery was easier. thoughts & feelings i wish i could rid myself of, although this moment won't last forever i wish i could completely eradicate them, like a finished cigarette, they are no use to me. acid surreal, pink & green swirl. i remember no matter how well i get, no matter how far into recovery i go, every moment i make will be captured on film & analyzed over & over, people will swing on meathooks in anticipation of my demise again.
love, love, love, it consumes me like a virus & eats away at my insides, but not in a bad way