i dont know about things anymore. its about time to get somethings straight.
he turned to her, face bloody, hands shaking “i love you” he said as the grin pulled across his cheeks. She stared into his blank, truthful eyes, and said “i love you too” as they walked into the night… together.
you see my thoughts have not been tamed, your voice rings in the back of my ears. your face plastered from wall to wall remembering how bad i want to fall. i saw you the other day, you were beautiful as always. nothing but SMILES.
consumption. not nearly where i fall. im am destruction. i am the fire which spreads. im am the disease to take over your head. Calactus is me and he be found in a self induced misery. i hold silly ideas in place while watching the look on your face turn from happy to sad. dismay has lead me to a permanent ban. To a love i once believed i never had. she looked at me and called me her man. i seemed to myself a nuisance to her grand master plan.
it seems that my actions become my punishment in this ass backwards version of the last few weeks. slowly i understand my own subtle twists and turns, how they were seen by others, how they brought me to where i am. im not broken, im not fixed. im on the job training. breaking my conscious like backs on the knees of eccentric luchadors in bright colored spandex. but the pain is well called for. im not the only one thats not broken. you read this and you know who you are. you know that me and you share the same wounds. bound by past, unleashed by the future. humbled by the present. read along or write along. i miss this. arbitrary ranting about things while you seat there, read, and know that im telling you the truth. for what truth can be pulled from random words put together on a insignificant post on this, yet another pointless site. but thats what we need. a way to express what we cant express ourselves.
