I truly speak through my eyes.
Words are just a primitive expression of what I say.
Short conversations are always the best.
I often come home and think about passing out on my keyboard because I do not frequently feel that I have the energy to really say what I feel, or more like I don't think I have the means to write down in these silly little words what I really feel. I am frustrated in every sense of the word.
I want more things than one person can have, and the fact that I know that sets me apart in as that my hope is always fleeting.
I just want the suspended never ending hug of one of the few people in life that understand me in a way to care, without judgement or worry or introspection.
I am feeling sick now from the alcoholic drinks that I have imbibed to wash away my depression, yet I still want.
Will I become yet another unfruitious (yup not a "real" word) legacy?
Words are just a primitive expression of what I say.
Short conversations are always the best.
I often come home and think about passing out on my keyboard because I do not frequently feel that I have the energy to really say what I feel, or more like I don't think I have the means to write down in these silly little words what I really feel. I am frustrated in every sense of the word.
I want more things than one person can have, and the fact that I know that sets me apart in as that my hope is always fleeting.
I just want the suspended never ending hug of one of the few people in life that understand me in a way to care, without judgement or worry or introspection.
I am feeling sick now from the alcoholic drinks that I have imbibed to wash away my depression, yet I still want.
Will I become yet another unfruitious (yup not a "real" word) legacy?
rickroyal:
And yet I remain amazed at how beautiful these little squiggles can be when arranged correctly. Strange.
roxypixie:
Once I met a peanut. Then a lobster ate his fairie.
