smoky cheshire grins.
sonnets inscribed on your verterbras, stained with ink darker than the purple fountains running through your veins. there is electricity in the air around you. an aura of lightning, much brighter than the sparks in your eyes. quiet smiles smothered with secret sighs, this blinding intimacy that you hold so close is best left unravelled.
there is hardly any meaning to my sentences anymore. just strings of words. they start from the synapses in the brain sparking a chain of clumsy dominos passing the message to my fingertips. my fingernails are uneven. the railway tracks of my train of thought follows suit.
there are new toys in my living room. one has a name like a German maid. the other brings more colour to my life. I hope the maid doesn't be a bitch to me. stocky, unpredictable and attention craving yet in need of so much care. she's green in colour.
there is rain outside my window. the weather has been fluctuating. hot hot hot warm to sleep with a blanket without the fan on. i realise i am prone to using the wrong adjectives to describe things. but in my head it just seems so apt. there is logic behind the oddities in life. maybe all eccentricities have dark undertones of profound theories waiting to be discovered. maybe the meaning of life can be found in a gumball machine. maybe your destiny awaits to be discovered in the bottom of a soda can. maybe the magic 8 ball holds the answer to all of life's questions. maybe the answer really is 42. (ref: Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.)
curiouser and curiouser.
there is hardly any meaning to my sentences anymore. just strings of words. they start from the synapses in the brain sparking a chain of clumsy dominos passing the message to my fingertips. my fingernails are uneven. the railway tracks of my train of thought follows suit.
there are new toys in my living room. one has a name like a German maid. the other brings more colour to my life. I hope the maid doesn't be a bitch to me. stocky, unpredictable and attention craving yet in need of so much care. she's green in colour.
there is rain outside my window. the weather has been fluctuating. hot hot hot warm to sleep with a blanket without the fan on. i realise i am prone to using the wrong adjectives to describe things. but in my head it just seems so apt. there is logic behind the oddities in life. maybe all eccentricities have dark undertones of profound theories waiting to be discovered. maybe the meaning of life can be found in a gumball machine. maybe your destiny awaits to be discovered in the bottom of a soda can. maybe the magic 8 ball holds the answer to all of life's questions. maybe the answer really is 42. (ref: Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.)
curiouser and curiouser.