sickened.

i pray mud will be spread over your eyes.
and your pupils will finally receive the light.

look at yourself.
see the filth smeared on your mouth.
your bucking tongue no longer harnessed by your mind.
and your imaginary army is being led astray.

i cannot wait for the day when my heart will figure out which way to pump the right blood.

\

there is the moment.

there it is, lingering, deeply, softly.

where both of your watering eyes leak a single tear

at the same moment.

as if your whole body is in sync.
every part of you feels that same hurt.

there it is, lingering, deeply, softly.

perfect symmetry, a trail left on each side.
and the race begins.
which liquidated emotion shall find its way
down to your chin,
rolling onto your neck,
and wasted on the floor first.

disclaimer.

i didn't think I'd find myself here.
but for some reason i felt it necessary.

please don't ask me why.
because i wouldn't have an answer.


first and foremost, i didn't create this blog, so you could read it.

what?

i know.

i created this blog, for me to read it.

for me to know, my thoughts are at least out,

instead of trapped up inside of me, begging to get

out.

however, if you happen to stumble upon this, then by all means, partake.

just be aware, i'm not trying to change the world with my thoughts,

and i have no intention of reaching our generation with my

mere corner store blog.

it is simply, a selfish vent, for my pleasure.

i always viewed blogs as so...

conceited.

i mean what makes me believe that there is another soul out there that would

waste their precious moments on the interior of my mind.

nothing.

i am not under this impression.

so please don't be mistaken.