Moments, A brief, indefinite interval of time.
A period of waiting.
waiting for what? waiting for whom?
waiting for your overwhelming body to crash upon me,
pushing me to my knees.
waiting for your presence to cover me wholly.
and then recoiling yet again?
taking with you all the sorrows
all the energy from me.
and as you prepare to spring back.
sucking up all the energy and power you can get.
power-minded
As I knelt there,
the somewhat seemingly cotton-ish ground gave way,
sinking slowly.
Opened myself totally into being vulnerable
vulnerable to your retaliation.
You were charged up.
As you came
the ground started to be sucked into your presence,
an azure oblivion.
You crashed over me yet again,
this time there was no rebuttal nor retaliation from me.
I was completely overwhelmed by your presence
drowning.
The repercussions of our freedom.
Your hair, Curls that resembles the clenching of my fist
Your body, Smooth, strong yet Calm. Cerulean Dressing
Your Mouth, Never seems to be saying anything different, your compliments of me, the rubbish, the corals, pearls and weeds.
You lift me up
carried my burdens
The weight of my burdens
simply floats in your touch.
While I lay in that Star-shaped position,
reminiscing my wrongs and my mistakes.
I wonder, how can I ever have mistaken you to be
a character of semi-opposite.
Oh God. Please Turn Moments of Sorrow and Angst Into Time Immemorial
I'm sick of this.
The Summary of MY feelings the past week.
There you go. You can see I havent forgot bout what my Itchy Hands did.
Why didn't I flip tables instead of flipping sleeping giants.
It turns out. I'm not who I am anymore.
What happened in the year 2005.
Is repeating itself...
Am I a jinxed?
Time to practice what America loved practicing
"Isolationism"?
But screw this more?
SOMEONE PLEASE, ENLIGHTEN ME ABOUT WHAT TO DO. PLEASE
finding a damn tree,
the old oak tree.
where sorrows just fade away.
where we'll be like children.
swinging our legs on the branches
symbolising our freedom
our peace
our connection.
Well I didnt go to school today,
was sick.
And I'm stoning at this screen.
Ranting on this post.
It's been an hour.
It still doesnt seem perfect.
The Worst Thing About Being Sick/Sad/Angsty on a Damned schoolday/weekday/working day.
Nobody You Need is availible to talk.
Therefore. Its rotting in silence
ugh. Lord.
Im down to begging.
Begging for You to please,
enlighten me.
I just want to solve this ever hindering problem
.
Theme Songs Today:
Only One - Yellowcard
Last Train Home - Lost Prophets
Im sorry for being such a Useless BUM.
I really am weak on the inside.
I shouldnt spill out my sorrows like a hose to a bucket.
I am already trying to shut my mouth up on all bad things.
May all your days be merry and bright.
The fire is slowly dying
And my dear we're still goodbye-ing
As long as you love me so
Let it snow, let snow, let it snow