hectic sounding of a snowglobe crashing..
sitting here.. back to the same route i've seen before. and then so why can't i stop? it's the hardest thing a person has to do. and everyone tries to deny the allegations as long as they can.
in a sense, a lack of words to be said or meant that can change anything. it's because i have no outlet of any source which refines my subjectivity to its own confiance. in application to hold, there is none. it can't be found. lost forever which inside her hurts. this pain has been there before and she begs for the agony not to arrise. her heart pounds rapidly and her mind, erased of it's knowing of existance. blinded by a shock to the head. but it wasn't her head.. it was reality. in a matter of few seconds, turning, and be slammed into the only destiny one could ever feel. this makes no sense now, but do not be low, wait out the clock.
and that clock..
it never stops..
ever..
i'm being serious..
ever..
...over and out.
in a sense, a lack of words to be said or meant that can change anything. it's because i have no outlet of any source which refines my subjectivity to its own confiance. in application to hold, there is none. it can't be found. lost forever which inside her hurts. this pain has been there before and she begs for the agony not to arrise. her heart pounds rapidly and her mind, erased of it's knowing of existance. blinded by a shock to the head. but it wasn't her head.. it was reality. in a matter of few seconds, turning, and be slammed into the only destiny one could ever feel. this makes no sense now, but do not be low, wait out the clock.
and that clock..
it never stops..
ever..
i'm being serious..
ever..
...over and out.