Random Wrote

The spoken word, it is a cause, promoting me, lifting me higher than the average normal mortal.
Here I am wandering through lie wondering when my coil will cease to be a circular.
There you are, you know exactly where you want to walk. You walk with distinction, a martyr for that cause of cool.
You try so hard, baby, but not hard enough for the rest of this year is just gonna be too tough.
The summer was easy, the winter will be hard. Barren mother nature, white like a cala lily.
She stretches across the land, and there you sit in the middle of her womb, wondering why the same place you were born will also be your tomb.
I can't stand to think that way. Your death will truly awaken me. Shake me, violently like the wildest earth quake. But you aren't dead are you? You're still alive, I feel the pulse.
Deep inside of me a girl has changed into the woman she was supposed to be. What kind of woman stands there and lets herself feel so alone.
Alone though is my solitude and alone is where I stay.
Smoke a couple cigarettes get some time out of the way.
It hurts sometimes, that I'm not able to be what I truly wish to be.
But I'll be fine as long as you are there with me.
Oh glorious summer day, how I long for your sun rays. Bathe me Apollo, bathe me in your beauty. In your hellenistic style of indulgence.
I love the way you speak, like words are your weapon, they're mine too, let's battle.
Who would win in a battle of lovers like a civil war stuck in a third world country.
If this is a first world, and they are the third, then who is the second, and why can't we all be called by one word. One name, one people. We could never be that way.
Too nationalist, too secularist, too passive, aggressive.
Never the right amount, and never impressive.
But when you speak to me, I forget about the woes, I endanger myself, expose myself to love, the most dangerous of emotions. They kind you wouldn't be able to feel if you weren't willing. I'm willing, vile feeling, come into me, hurt me, thrash me, abuse me.
I tend not to care, what happens to my physical form, but you are there in my emotional zone. Telling me things I've always wanted to hear. When I awaken, it was just a dream, a hallucination. Lord knows I've had those.
But god has nothing to do with it does it. Nothing at all. He just sits and waits till we actually need his help. We got ourselves in this mess.
Oh lucky animals of the world, with no need for love. A cruel creation was this human mind capable of doing whatever I think.
I sit, I sit, I stand, I sit, I sink.
For getting up is hard when you have nothing to aspire too.
My main motivation, it was you.
But now I feel, I'm overwhelmed, unable to handle the feelings that delve too deep into my heart to actually find consolation.
Stuck in between regret and improvisation.