The thoughts dwindle as I try to grasp for straws and airs hoping that each one will provide me one
but as the thoughts overwhelm I realize that time is running out.
Like a bullet that is released from the barrel as it clicks sliding through it in the slowest possible motion the last things I did start to rewind so so fast that when I dodge the bullet it has won me over...
There are some nights where you sleep in one side of the bed and there some nights where you just sleep in a fetal position but then there is that one particular night where you wish that night was a daytime because you don't need to sleep, you just need to hold onto it. Hold to the idea that sleep will be there later but right now is important because you are up and awake. It is not the senses dulling or numbing but it is the senses of making it out there with a sensation of adventure rising up on you...
It's a feeling of ecstasy, it's a feeling of explosives going up in all directions and all you can do and think sometimes is to dance with those that fire the explosions for it is considered dancing in the fire. Then there's the feeling of...nothing.
Nothing to the point of indifference as it writes you out to oblivion. It writes you out to the idea of ever realizing you will amount to it.
As the purging and the bashing of heads and skulls you writhe in so much pain but all there is to know is that you don't know what's going to happen next...
It's a feeling of sadness, it's a feeling of happiness and it's a mixed feeling of everything in between because we love sweet nothings and sweet nothings love us for the fact that we are here
in the purging
in the bulimic epidemic that makes us feel and look good even though we already are but refuse to accept it
it is in this...
this...
Catharsis that all can seem so indifferent and so futile when all you really need is...
Love...the love to purge the catharsis and be free of what shackles you...
This is the sign of a challenge given to us by what's in front of us. Take it one step at a time and when you find yourself falling reach out and someone will touch back with you and we will call this hope.
Love and catharsis an emotional breakdown of sorts yet it is a unification that reminds us that what is purged of we come to love what it sets free. This is love in its most perplexing way...love the four letter word but never forgotten one because it is a sign of the universe that we connect to it everyday.
but as the thoughts overwhelm I realize that time is running out.
Like a bullet that is released from the barrel as it clicks sliding through it in the slowest possible motion the last things I did start to rewind so so fast that when I dodge the bullet it has won me over...
There are some nights where you sleep in one side of the bed and there some nights where you just sleep in a fetal position but then there is that one particular night where you wish that night was a daytime because you don't need to sleep, you just need to hold onto it. Hold to the idea that sleep will be there later but right now is important because you are up and awake. It is not the senses dulling or numbing but it is the senses of making it out there with a sensation of adventure rising up on you...
It's a feeling of ecstasy, it's a feeling of explosives going up in all directions and all you can do and think sometimes is to dance with those that fire the explosions for it is considered dancing in the fire. Then there's the feeling of...nothing.
Nothing to the point of indifference as it writes you out to oblivion. It writes you out to the idea of ever realizing you will amount to it.
As the purging and the bashing of heads and skulls you writhe in so much pain but all there is to know is that you don't know what's going to happen next...
It's a feeling of sadness, it's a feeling of happiness and it's a mixed feeling of everything in between because we love sweet nothings and sweet nothings love us for the fact that we are here
in the purging
in the bulimic epidemic that makes us feel and look good even though we already are but refuse to accept it
it is in this...
this...
Catharsis that all can seem so indifferent and so futile when all you really need is...
Love...the love to purge the catharsis and be free of what shackles you...
This is the sign of a challenge given to us by what's in front of us. Take it one step at a time and when you find yourself falling reach out and someone will touch back with you and we will call this hope.
Love and catharsis an emotional breakdown of sorts yet it is a unification that reminds us that what is purged of we come to love what it sets free. This is love in its most perplexing way...love the four letter word but never forgotten one because it is a sign of the universe that we connect to it everyday.
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