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With lips like the wind
and eyes like fire
drifting along
in satin moods and steel plated ideas
How does the air cling so
this restless desire
Burnt right through
Would you know me
battered like before
Who's eyes betrayed my skin
Heart leveled and
scattered in the ashes
When did I walk
across the lines of truth or broken knees
Speechless in this hurricane
never walk the streets alone
I carry nothing in my shoes
Chemicallyblu... hmm, who knew
This is the babble a brain can do
In my brain, the concept of explaining to someone else, what being pulled into these memories.. these flashes, well it seems bigger than me. It can happen at anytime, sparked by anything. Sometimes, it is sparked by a blank space in our thought train, or at least that's appears to be just as likely the case. For this, just now, it was 'Here I go Again' by White snake or what have you. I was laying here, somewhere between awake and dreaming. Aware of the music, drifting lightly across my room, but not focusing on it really. Suddenly I had vicious stomach curling crashes, and was pulled into what I can explain as a hot white light with dark almost purple red outer rings. Inside, there I was laying on the floor in the kitchen near RM Park. I was 10. Today my mother found out about the night at George's. Tonight, I felt like the biggest child disappointment, ever. On the outside of this light, the adult me, is laying here, conscious of what this is. This, is not my first time riding flashback lane, in a top-down car way, too fast for even why wild ways. Still, out here, I feel the pain of the girl inside the tortured light. I was her once, and for this minute, I am her again. As the song fades, so do the shakes that my physical body is having, and the heaving in my stomach. I grab a small towel that I have been keeping somewhere around me for the last ten years or so. I notice my head's soaked, and the towel is always good for that. It's a common thing in my flashes to the past. My breathing calmed. And now, I know why I've never been a fan of that damn song.
and eyes like fire
drifting along
in satin moods and steel plated ideas
How does the air cling so
this restless desire
Burnt right through
Would you know me
battered like before
Who's eyes betrayed my skin
Heart leveled and
scattered in the ashes
When did I walk
across the lines of truth or broken knees
Speechless in this hurricane
never walk the streets alone
I carry nothing in my shoes
Chemicallyblu... hmm, who knew
This is the babble a brain can do
In my brain, the concept of explaining to someone else, what being pulled into these memories.. these flashes, well it seems bigger than me. It can happen at anytime, sparked by anything. Sometimes, it is sparked by a blank space in our thought train, or at least that's appears to be just as likely the case. For this, just now, it was 'Here I go Again' by White snake or what have you. I was laying here, somewhere between awake and dreaming. Aware of the music, drifting lightly across my room, but not focusing on it really. Suddenly I had vicious stomach curling crashes, and was pulled into what I can explain as a hot white light with dark almost purple red outer rings. Inside, there I was laying on the floor in the kitchen near RM Park. I was 10. Today my mother found out about the night at George's. Tonight, I felt like the biggest child disappointment, ever. On the outside of this light, the adult me, is laying here, conscious of what this is. This, is not my first time riding flashback lane, in a top-down car way, too fast for even why wild ways. Still, out here, I feel the pain of the girl inside the tortured light. I was her once, and for this minute, I am her again. As the song fades, so do the shakes that my physical body is having, and the heaving in my stomach. I grab a small towel that I have been keeping somewhere around me for the last ten years or so. I notice my head's soaked, and the towel is always good for that. It's a common thing in my flashes to the past. My breathing calmed. And now, I know why I've never been a fan of that damn song.