candykydfairy

*le sigh*......i wish the words would once more stalk me in companionship & slight adoration....we used to pal around like the best of friends...even in the worst of times...they were a safety blanket for me & a drug for all that ailed me....but somewhere along the way, they found the muse that used to hunt me & they fled in full-fledged abandonment....they left behind the posse that twas always evil monsters of my demise....they left me with no escape & no artillery for defense.....the language left me, along with the cleverness i once embraced....twas a bit of my soul & my identity i believe as well that abandoned me in these trenches....i duck away from the grenades & rapid fire that hunts me with no remorse...but i've no protection or shelter as which to keep me safe....
i recall the time years & years ago that i lost my soul at a gas station....it found it's way home eventually but twas quite hideous to exist without for that brief time....now only a lil is missin, not the whole thing...but tis still ever sooo unbearable to endure...
come back to me words....shoo away evil monster posse...i need the naggin feelin of the huntin of the muse to envelop me once more.... to assure me possibly of my identity....to encourage my humanity....to chase away the darkness & uncertainty that accompanies the lack of release the words used to provide....
i want to believe they abandoned me cuz i wanted to put them in that shite notebook....they always flowed outta me into a notebook of no amount of grandeur...that is until this came along....

i suppose after that they felt elevated.....like they needed to be accompanied by beauty to be beauty themselves....i'd like to think there's a reason for desertion....i'd like to think tis something simple that i could have control over....yet i am not artistic....yet maybe i know a few who are ....
i just hope that the words have the proper will....and make the proper choice...