recovery discovery.

it's amazing how the world turns so quickly.
several revolutions per hour.
no resolution or power.
i am high tide, low tide, a tsunami in between.

i am not as smart as you think. just because i know how to rhyme and roll pretty words together sometimes does not make me brilliant. brilliance comes in intelligence. it's amazing how i can never find the words that form a blanket at times like these.

i am ticking.
i am kicking inside.
i am waiting to explode.

your eyes burn inside of me more than the acidic terrorists inside of you. those words leave me mute, writing off every inch of myself on this page.

ignorance is bliss. what i would give to have this gift.

i need you now more than you know, but i'll never seek you out. off to the cave for me, like the beast i am.

embrace, express. submission success.

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.

disbelief relief. also, intermission for rooroo.

an array of colors have surrounded me today. i am currently having trouble breathing, or comprehending much except that i need to breathe in order to live. in order to thrive, i feel like there's nothing more to do than push forward. a change of events have left the currents running wild, but in a direction that keeps the vegetation lush.

i am so very proud of my sister. a woman with a heart of gold that i still see as the little girl who broke into my schooling. the fact that she has come back and come back strong gives me a pride that swells my ribcage into pieces. i hope those who did not believe are bleeding from their own competition in tongue-biting. whether she makes it or not, i am proud. i know you read this, so i made this paragraph pretty clear, love.

i am spinning.
i am spinning in circles.
the science of breathing is underestimated.

notations have been duly noted by the press.

beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but the eye needs to be present in order to formulate an opinion. cameras believe their own knowledge, but nothing is fact by itself. we all know what we want to know. we understand how we want to. stereotypes roll against tongues like the eyes in the holes of my head. this vision only finds disappointment to the ignorant, however ignorance is truly bliss.

i am a figment of your imagination.
i am everything you want me to be.
i am everything you say i am not.
i am secondary action, primary disregard.

you prey on misfortune.
you wish the worst on a pretty face.
you assume with your asses in the air.
you bleed when the words come too close to home.

knives don't have your back, but they do go for the gold. society craves the jewels, clawing at hearts that only know sleepless nights and sunken cheekbones. here's something clear for the uncertain, for the ones who run their mouths like dog noses against the spring- fuck you.

you know nothing but a flash of photography.
nothing but a mugshot.
nothing but one night of escape.

that's all we ever try to do, anyway. it is heritage. it is human nature to desire a leave of absence.

when the going gets tough, the tough get to drinking.

afternoon aftermath.

a beautiful day begins the cover of this story. however, the pages begin to wither within the first chapter. twists and turns of the plot and my stomach call for a break from the text and a spoonful of remedy. there is not a cure for everything, and sometimes the best resolution comes from our own decisions. uncertainty is a beautiful thing, but is typically depreciated. there has been a recession on these fingers, as the same war has erupted and fought through the veins that control the ammunition. if only they would reload. chapter two looks appealing, as i seek a pleasant continuation to the story. it is human nature to want the best for everyone, if only for our selfish desire to lack guilt.

i am not selfish in this instance. i have been pretty considerate. patience is beginning to grip at my shoulder and give its resignation. i am unsure of tomorrow. a nap to distort my sleep will distract me, but only keep me mentally living in another country. the pages are wet with washed away hope, but being dabbed with second chances.

let me show you more than just a chapter. let me show you a happy ending.