Dripping slowly towards oblivion, we ride. Seemingly obnoxious memories flow through my fingers faster than i can put them on paper. trees of knowledge sprout up like wingless angels coming back to life. Entirely different and new things arrange themselves in orderless chaos, making it appear that everything and nothing is known.
To many times we give up on the ease that is the existence of emotion.
Who knew that I could scream so silently?
30 days. 30 days. 30 days. 30 days. 30 days.
too long, yet not long enough.
She will always be there, like a splinter, driving me insane.
Algebra.
Commotion.
The bed rocks. I feel like I'm drowning.
The star pattern on her back I will never see. The blue ice i will never drink again. Cuts that look like boiling water, so the man doesn't worry about your tendencies. Who knew you would make a u-turn? Are you SURE this is the road you want to go on?
Better be light and fluffy frosting.
Belonging to a country yet not.
YOUR MOVE, HOLY MAN.
...... What the fuck was that all about?
