trying to forget you. not trying to think of you – forgetting to feel. remembering. then remembering how i remembered. civil rememberance – the physical separation – but psychological attachment. striken – but not for attenion nor love – only for rememberance.
i’m loosing words to define how i feel about you. more so how i define all things. the care has seemed to be naive and unwilling. it may be due to the lack of sleep – not enough rest. i’m loosing will and desire to find words, choose and enjoy. i’m loosing words to tell …
its not defined – alot of things in my life. But well its difficult to understand how I’m going to get out of this phase of knowing little – being definitionless. But what i do know and i wont forget soon is how problematic it would be if i got into a relationship and expressed …
Do i detest you, do I affect you – Cusualy see how mortally I protect you.
what have you done since ive been gone? where have you been. would you tell me if i asked you. i wont ask you though. are the the person i knew before – have these things youve done, changed you. im aware, that youve been without me… i think youve done much, changed plenty in …
I’m messed up, like a broken toy, a broken kittens spine like when I was young – on the woden floor – do you remember god, you were there wth me, werent you? monotonous robot, kitten you danced a wicked movement that makes me sick in my body. So sad – broken kittten. I watched …
I’m sick in my veins, the blood that runs through my legs and hips is infected by this sickness that rips my nerves and shrieks sharpnesses. Every move I make I feel the bad move in my blood, corpsing throuht these palces of mine. Pain, of purple hell – jaggerd crystals of red angryness. my …
NOthing is more than who you are… you are… you are… I am and you are. Nothing is more than who you are, you are more than anything. you are you – no one is you, only you are the you inside… nothing is more than you.
Everything is what you think it is, in degrees. There is a degree in truth to everything and anything that anyone may wish to contemplate. It’s in these degrees that all is possible. Nothing is impossible. Everything, a random thought and fools dream is like the facts of life, truth in some or other degree …
I’ve been hurt before, a diffirent kind of hurt. Its like a bruise that never goes away, its always there and when you press on it, it hurts ’till you dont press on it no more. my bruise is in my heart, and when I think of you, its as through god presses my heart …