Sulfuric.
I dreamt we were passionate, living in a bravely vivid world, filled with appetite and aspirations, ardor and zeal, bursting with unforgiving sensuality. Then I woke up.
I always wake up.
The dreams evaporate and what's left is this reality. Bleached. Jaded. Composed of a dank desperation that consumes most and leaves them with nothing but the twisted belief that quantity rules over quality, that virtues are nothing more than embellished flaws, that regardless of the notions of moral and ethic, the only way to survive in a world where no one survives is to strip those within reach of their spirit/essence.
And so it seems I've been somewhat able to encompass a few incoherent thoughts with words.
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I had left. But what does leaving matter when there is absolutely no where to go? What was I trying to prove? I'm not just dying here. I'm dying, period. Quietly bleeding to death, in plain sight of those who insist they care, of those who I wish still did. There really is no reason to be away from my room, my bed, the familiar misery. In addition, a bunnie was sick. Silly reason? Well then, fuck you. That brought me back quicker than if I was to hear my mother was sick. Heh, such sass when typing those words...I'd never speak them. She seems to be getting better...the bunnie that is.
Brandy, yum.
I always wake up.
The dreams evaporate and what's left is this reality. Bleached. Jaded. Composed of a dank desperation that consumes most and leaves them with nothing but the twisted belief that quantity rules over quality, that virtues are nothing more than embellished flaws, that regardless of the notions of moral and ethic, the only way to survive in a world where no one survives is to strip those within reach of their spirit/essence.
And so it seems I've been somewhat able to encompass a few incoherent thoughts with words.
.
.
.
I had left. But what does leaving matter when there is absolutely no where to go? What was I trying to prove? I'm not just dying here. I'm dying, period. Quietly bleeding to death, in plain sight of those who insist they care, of those who I wish still did. There really is no reason to be away from my room, my bed, the familiar misery. In addition, a bunnie was sick. Silly reason? Well then, fuck you. That brought me back quicker than if I was to hear my mother was sick. Heh, such sass when typing those words...I'd never speak them. She seems to be getting better...the bunnie that is.
Brandy, yum.