Last Call K-k-k-kill It. A Discursive Dialogue In Two Parts.
Excuses are puerile. Even in the the most inebriated states.
A tenebrous equivocal beat in my chest leaving me perturbed and shaking. Leaving me quixotic and hoping.
This isn't just an instant replay of that demeanor I've come to know so well. The effect of my magniloquent cause. Darwin's law, his curse. An apocryphal lesson I'm sure one day will seep through elongated cracks in my cranium. Maybe then given to beatific satisfactions instead of volatile disturbances.
Precariously I tip toe around this playground of our hearts. Entwined and enamored, unwilling to admit the possibility of capriciousness from within yours. Remaining effervescent that Cameron Crowe didn't lead me on to the concept of a completely ostentatious shining world in which no one ever exists.
Faith is strong but only for the weak. What this is however is simply a truth.
And I refuse to ruin this one chance.
A tenebrous equivocal beat in my chest leaving me perturbed and shaking. Leaving me quixotic and hoping.
This isn't just an instant replay of that demeanor I've come to know so well. The effect of my magniloquent cause. Darwin's law, his curse. An apocryphal lesson I'm sure one day will seep through elongated cracks in my cranium. Maybe then given to beatific satisfactions instead of volatile disturbances.
Precariously I tip toe around this playground of our hearts. Entwined and enamored, unwilling to admit the possibility of capriciousness from within yours. Remaining effervescent that Cameron Crowe didn't lead me on to the concept of a completely ostentatious shining world in which no one ever exists.
Faith is strong but only for the weak. What this is however is simply a truth.
And I refuse to ruin this one chance.