Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance...
...and rising up as a boiling pulse, a writhing snake of energy is released. So unabashed and uncontrollable, there's no defined target. It's an erratic beam of focused impulse.
I assemble myself from the inside out, and It makes me realize that there are words outside of the thesis statement. There is a world outside of pure purpose. A mirage of uncanny relaxation, a falsified state of being. And that's okay... I don't mind it. Everyone needs something to hold on to.
The wheel spins so quickly, but covers ground at the slowest pace...
It took death for me to realize that I never knew her like I thought I did. There is a depth at which I may never know someone else. I took every good memory, patched them together, and forgot about everything negative about the situation. I let my mind run so far with it in a drug-induced stupor.
Just like the way my body feels worn out from the way I've treated it, so does my mind. I've crammed too much abuse into too little time; I sailed on a snakebite to keep pace with something untrue.
There's something about opiates... it fuzzes everything around you. My detatched eyes see both splendor and ugliness with the same analytical apathy. It grew and fed on my every breath until I was constricted.
Being stepped on by love, by addiction or by the inner conflict that grows by the day; Climaxes are waves breaking just above my head. There's a second of complete numbness, no comprehension. Reality swirls into focus, and all I can see is the water pummeling my vision with the force of progression. Moving along a line, underwater... is frustrating. As time passes, every emotion is outgrown by the desire to regress.
I assemble myself from the inside out, and It makes me realize that there are words outside of the thesis statement. There is a world outside of pure purpose. A mirage of uncanny relaxation, a falsified state of being. And that's okay... I don't mind it. Everyone needs something to hold on to.
The wheel spins so quickly, but covers ground at the slowest pace...
It took death for me to realize that I never knew her like I thought I did. There is a depth at which I may never know someone else. I took every good memory, patched them together, and forgot about everything negative about the situation. I let my mind run so far with it in a drug-induced stupor.
Just like the way my body feels worn out from the way I've treated it, so does my mind. I've crammed too much abuse into too little time; I sailed on a snakebite to keep pace with something untrue.
There's something about opiates... it fuzzes everything around you. My detatched eyes see both splendor and ugliness with the same analytical apathy. It grew and fed on my every breath until I was constricted.
Being stepped on by love, by addiction or by the inner conflict that grows by the day; Climaxes are waves breaking just above my head. There's a second of complete numbness, no comprehension. Reality swirls into focus, and all I can see is the water pummeling my vision with the force of progression. Moving along a line, underwater... is frustrating. As time passes, every emotion is outgrown by the desire to regress.
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