couldn’t make it right so i went left
before i did, i swung my hardest at the floors door panel taking my anger out changing a different channel
travel long distance in my mind i find i close your eyes and pretend to fly
almost there to my goal but the goal keeper is to much to pass the news about my arrival like the snows here to visit but the sun will come and the ice will melt into lava nurturing the grass and the weeds we speak but we need to see before we plea that our life’s are more than just loud music and bad tunes from our bad view.
it smell like tears from the clouds outside and i am planning to shower tonight. shower my mind with swirls that go up down hoping i finally find my balance and take the road falling right.
most private thing im willing to admit: im not good at estimating how much pasta is enough for one person
there’s a tool for that
I’m sorry, does that scale progress from a child to a HORSE?
OMG GET IT
IM SO HUNGRY
if you hungry for a horse why u eating pasta.?
vein crushing pressure in the palm of my hands.
going a million miles an hour
going no where
beaten by my twin.
trying to move the wind, trying to bring the moon and hold off the sun for another hour.
not appreciating His intentions. Faith like a ghost. Like waves.
not applying my credits toward my application for the career that i cant believe my sub conscious visions suspicions and dreams
I have everything i need.
i have read the end of my book and i am in love. but i am not satisfied.
I am human;
Never being 100% satisfied for more than a long moment.
Mental suicide. War.
greedy, lustful for poison, quick to anger, slow to accept others
"NEVER believing they are capable of being wrong."
Seeking empowerment. by any means necessary.
Complain, lots and lots of lots of complaining.
seeking others for knowledge. never seeking knowledge for others.
I HATE being human. I reach inside me and pull out my spine from my neck for all i have left is is the flesh that no longer seems to be important.
The only good humans truly do is past the air from their lungs for the next to breathe for the last time they’ll ever breathe. For the adventure they are going never been searched or recorded /documented/
one day at a time, then the next day, then the next day, then the next day, then the next day, then the next day, then the next day, then the next day. if its His intentions.
They spell out curses that will end the world and all thing that live. And i look forward for the day i can look at the reverse.
Why the hell aren’t Supernatural fans calling themselves Wayward Sons?
I second this.
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SONS
THERE’S NO PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DOOOOOONE
LAY YOU WEARY HEAD TO REEEEST
YOU’LL BE CRYING FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE