My mind is an incoherent mess. If you have the patience to read this, I really hope you can help me out. There's something wrong with me. No matter how hard I try, my thoughts will not transfer to semantics.
I am brilliant.
It's really tragic if you think about it. I think and bleed and move like everyone else, but I'm only one of two by four by eight by a million.
I am a lunatic. Holding onto objects that never have meaning. But give them meaning. Hold onto something for too long and you'll only hurt yourself. The scars will run deep into your hands, left only as a painful memory.
I am a lunatic. Holding onto objects that never have meaning. But give them meaning. Hold onto something for too long and you'll only hurt yourself. The scars will run deep into your hands, left only as a painful memory.
I have the cure for every ailment ever drowned across the whole world. I have the answer to anything you ask me, tucked away deep inside. I know past, present, and future.
But I am no God.
When I write on a page, my eyes go cross, my vision blurs, and I'm possessed with an obsession to reveal the true identity of my mind. The right words never come.
I want nothing more than acceptance. Not from you, your mom, your grandpa. Hell, even your pet. I want to bridge the gap I have created spanning from my hand to my brain. They've been separated for far too long. It's time they loved each other again.
I want nothing more than acceptance. Not from you, your mom, your grandpa. Hell, even your pet. I want to bridge the gap I have created spanning from my hand to my brain. They've been separated for far too long. It's time they loved each other again.
As we continue to work on this blog. Please. Help me make sense of myself. I know everything I say has meaning, but I don't understand it. Help me discover why I have to force myself to cry to write.
Help me understand why I have to fake my feelings to feel.
Dear me, my friend. Tears on the pages make the best of stains.
ReplyDeleteYou'll help us all.
^Amen to what they said. This is so raw & real. Also "I want to bridge the gap I have created spanning from my hand to my brain." was a really good line. And that last line had me like "woah." I understood it a little too well.
ReplyDeleteThis paper, "feels" even if you think you are faking it. This is good!
ReplyDelete"I want to bridge the gap I have created spanning from my hand to my brain. They've been separated for far too long. It's time they loved each other again."
ReplyDeletei realize it was already commented, but that just goes to show how good it is.
"Help me discover why i have to force myself to cry to write." i feel that you find the greatest words when you cry. i do it too.
ReplyDeleteI love that this is so real and raw and I am definitely already a fan of this!
ReplyDeleteFake my feelings. This is the most important thing I've read today.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes wish I could be as honest as this.
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