the words fall out rotten when the pain bleeds through the wounds.
however, once healed and new skin has risen, the words flow inside organs rather than on pages.
i'm the kind to let it all out once the scab has been peeled.
when the scab is no longer there, the words bubble in my veins but refuse to leave my lips.
these hands are made for writing, but these guts are not made for fighting.
life is one big dream. all of these dreams are coming true around me. i will soon be discovering the rest of the world, and my nerves will float me into a world only the king of scarves has promised is a beautiful thing. the water has brought a smile to my face as of late, as it reminds me of how wrong the media has been. majority is never clever, and the minority has their victories time and time again. i suppose the majority is just louder, or maybe the majority is quieter than the minority, i do not know. all i know is disney world has come to me, and the sparkles of dust could not get any sweeter. spiders in closets remain, however they are running out of meals.
the words that have been stolen from me through technology have slowly crept up after the advice of the women surrounding me. leave it to the female race to tell me it is okay.
more music, eventually. seventy five percent complete, but my soul is whole.
