Abortion of mind.
Soul.
Body.
Remember that when others reject, you can make yourself laugh.
Remember when others reject, you can believe.
Remember when others reject, you can feel.
There will always be ones you adore. Ones you grow with, laugh with, learn with, fight with, create and die with.
Remember when others reject, they force frowns.
Remember when others reject, you dream more.
At the end of the day you have yourself.
Remember there’s you.
This.
The hatchet graze.
What. Would? When….
Shadows of craze or crave.
Sitting still can’t help you.
Born together just the same, feet.
Walking with every try, since birth.
Falling together.
Tripping with ease.
Laughing with the buckle of knees.
Who knew standing was this.
Memories are what make me want and weep.
No one is a stranger to that.
I’ve found recently, if you refrain from speaking, in any circumstance, for an elongated amount of time, you’ll start speaking to yourself in mind with memories. I find it refreshing and inspiring all the same. I advise you do such to speak to yourself and others in ways of a different.
Everyday I feel more and more alone. As though the breath of music blows on the back of my neck, giving me goosebumps that remind me there’s no giving up….. Yet, the taste of stale admission is taken more now, than ever.
How could you expect me to wash my hands after you’ve asked me to come clean? As if the blood you watch drain makes you nauseous and not me. I blush, my insanity…. I burn. I bleed with hope his assumption is a bluff he constantly kneeds. The water calls. Begs and beckons. Wanting sores that have yet to surface.
The world outside a window I take comfort behind. We breathe all the long night with fire bubbling beneath. Dancing apron coals of the ice cold sheet.
In the shadow of the unforgiving there is a doubt. A fear of misunderstanding or (an excuse). There was no want of being misinterpreted, but there was. Backlash is the game. I’m not a fan.
There’s still blood on the trigger. As shall always be. Different tongues fueling the fire, With talk of after.
