subliminal criminal.

Today was.

I miss snow, and fire flys in the yards in the summer . I miss grass you can run barefoot in, and dirt that's black as night. I miss train tracks that trains REALLY run on, and the taste of the great lakes water ( Read more... )

Always lost some where between here and there ( Read more... )

My footsteps pounding the ground, matching the tempo of my heart.

The faster I move my legs the faster my heart beats.

It's all about keeping in rhythm.

Magic.

In.

The.

Air.

It's so sad that I can't breathe.

Oh creative soul. singing songs of existential prose. Writing down the mundane insane night after night ( Read more... )

Human behavior... it's enough to make you sick.

Even the highly moral revel in filth, when the dark seductress comes to call.

I am not immune.

I will crack, when I'm hit in a blind spot. I will never break in the same place twice.

Take the high road.

And I'm feeling good.

Truth be told.
Your statement is rather bold.
I'm afraid it's your soul you've sold.
Your blood runs cold.

Truth be said.
It's a chipper field of daisies in your head.
Happy to have woken up in your bed?
Life is intense; like the color red.