"Oooh! Oooh! I know!! I know!!" exclaims the child.
How simple and free everything was as a child. And like the child, a fool is he who has the answer. It is my belief that the answer can only be described with the unexplainable twitches and tears and feelings (Oh My!!).
The feeling of floating across an abyss as her soft, beautiful lips tickle mine when we lean in to kiss.
Throughout different stages in my life I would have told you what "love" was....although I was only playing the fool myself. Most of what I believed then to be love, in my stage now I would tell you that what I thought then was merely a miniscule piece of the puzzle. The feelings that I access now are much more amplified than I ever could've imagined. Feeling can make one ask, perhaps I have a soulmate? Does that make me a fool? Am I still but a fool who believes he knows the answer? I think the only answer that I have is this ~~ I dont know what "love" is, but I am quite positive that I have fallen deep into it.
Sometimes I feel that I can actually understand people who get severely depressed. That makes me depressed. Sometimes there are so many roads to choose from, you never know which road you're supposed to be on or if you should just cut through the woods in some area. I was taught as a child that if I were ever lost in the woods, I should just stay in one spot and cry out. In my adult life with all of these crossroads, and every one has a tollbooth or two, I just want to sit in one spot and cry.
Folgers coffee is the best
ice cream trickles down her breast
I lay and squirm just like a worm
my morning thought make shrinks concerned.
To bite a child is wrong
To bite a child is wrong
To bite a child is wrong
sing-a-long, bang a gong, pass the bong...
tweet....tweet...
...
..*twitch**
I find more often, now, I wake to the mind devouring sounds of my teeth grinding together.
My cock staring up at me..
"Hey buddy, lend me a hand"
good morning, self
fuck off
eat a dick
I hope you croak.
Systematic failure,
endless nightmares,
We walk through broken dreams, broken lives, broken vows.
So sour, to think, we almost had it.
Destiny arises, amongst every corpse. picking its way thru the fields of lonliness
Wasted timE
Drifting thoughtS
Awakening hope springs newfound meaninG
Priceless artwork painted by the years of pain and heartache, souled for just one more chancE
Perhaps there does lie meaning behind our liveS
Even if it is just to lonG
The longing is what drives us, every single day, behind the scenes, it pulls our stringS
No matter what person, no matter what life, in any situation it is the longing which drives uS
