Simple truths - where thoughts go spinning, interchanging from imagination to reality and back again with pure precision. Ideas and unknown epiphanies sting with their frequent occurrences.
So this way of life is a little unproductive. Yet the loss of sleep over the subject seems questionable at best.
Smack.
What about a future? Never knew I needed one.
Thud.
Something to believe in; something worth holding onto? Nah, computer games do that. Television. Books. Music. The complete illusion of self-dependency.
Ka-blam.
Those eyes, that smell. tasting the air around that beautiful face. So now the pain interferes with a once cherished memory. Anticipation replaced by sutures. Could I be happier?
lacerate this flesh with reminders of you - To keep me from opening for business again.
Take out those frustrations and make me feel something.
