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words.
so yeah,
summer insomnia's creeping up slowly
like suspense in a horror movie
and i can't do nothin'
not even fall asleep to escape.
ha.
i'm feeling...emo.
emo
yeah, becka feels emo sometimes.
maybe she is. shutup nicole.
bitchplease.
yeah, maybe he does bring out the emo in me.
who gives a s**t, we're ********.
and in love.
yeah, maybe it is affecting the way i think.
perhaps the best part of me is slowly dying.
and i'm killing it with every hit.
yeah, maybe i am selfish.
sure, i'm insecure, and inconsiderate.
only because i've lost everything before.
so i hold on so ******** tight to what i do have,
stabilizing and savoring the stems and seeds of my sanity.
where the hell did that come from?
*shrugs*
rolleyes
i need a ******** bowl.
ooooh, poem time.
exhale.
a haze settles,
modifying reactions.
altered perception,
nonchalant, lazy thoughts:
dumbed down.
unmotivated yet
inspired.
every hit inflicted
pulls you farther away
from feeling the pain.
passive impact,
calm and content.
inhaling softly,
a practiced natural function.
the smoke
enters your lungs,
filling and spilling
over and under your thoughts.
bringing everything closer
to nothingness.
when the day is meaningless,
effort only
contemporary:
you're high.
 M.o.o.c.h.e.e · Fri Jun 01, 2007 @ 04:28am · 0 Comments |
