Breaking down before going to bed is as ritualistic as waking up to turn off the alarm clock by the laptop only fifteen seconds later the phone rings up. How characteristically charming as the day starts. Arms reached to the side of the bed, head up in the ceiling, and somehow the sound of a half heartbeat is what's keeping it from being muffling so as to feel nothing. Demons are no fun to keep when they run amok best to keep them in line. It is in this strangest reminder there is a longing for silence.
It is like looking at a bridge over a beautiful river. The depth of it is not what matters but the current of which it flows makes the slightest difference between up and downstream followed by the way one can hold their breath and find themselves in the riverbanks that makes the difference.
Peers have asked the preference of which I can fall in love to and to them I do not mind falling in love with anyone. For anyone who I have to prove I ought to love only within the parameters of what is deemed to be of a lover, then clearly it is not that we not only have not met but to refuse the ear of what it's like to face those times. In other words, I fall in love with the craziest and the wildest as it is my heart belongs to the peacekeeper and the joybringer of life and light to the world... but then...
it is as if it is short of what holds this depressed mind it hurts so much it just doesn't hold up anymore than what was given in this day and age...
It is like looking at a bridge over a beautiful river. The depth of it is not what matters but the current of which it flows makes the slightest difference between up and downstream followed by the way one can hold their breath and find themselves in the riverbanks that makes the difference.
Peers have asked the preference of which I can fall in love to and to them I do not mind falling in love with anyone. For anyone who I have to prove I ought to love only within the parameters of what is deemed to be of a lover, then clearly it is not that we not only have not met but to refuse the ear of what it's like to face those times. In other words, I fall in love with the craziest and the wildest as it is my heart belongs to the peacekeeper and the joybringer of life and light to the world... but then...
it is as if it is short of what holds this depressed mind it hurts so much it just doesn't hold up anymore than what was given in this day and age...
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