Friday, October 23, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Hoarse
And it feels like your stomach is folding on itself, struggling and trying to hold onto something, as if it were drowning - even though there is not a single place to drown into. Butterflies don't fly, but they sure as hell make noise, they sure as fuck disturb the local environment. It doesn't hurt, it's more like if bittersweet were an ache. I am ailing, but I somehow enjoy it. I mean, I'm too old to keep my hopes high, but too young to give up on that kind of moments. It slaps the guts across the face, it pisses the brain in one too many ways; but most importantly, it stirs up the heart's interest. Bored and blue, like a little kid playing with the same old rusty toys in the corner of the room, it compels him to look up. It triggers curiosity at the very least, and though it is common knowledge that it won't last, it's a nice reminder that hope is not dead weight.
These moments don't last, but they provide the key to the whole thing. For a little while, it feels like the last piece I've been longing for might exist; since every once in a long while, I come across a temporary replacement that fits. The shape is peculiar, yet the puzzle seems to become solvable. Now I just lack the right colors and patterns.
They just help me reach completeness for a few minutes, when I am fully aware of the objective ludicrousness embedded in such instants.
Hadn't always thought I could stoop so high.
I'm itching at the normality of the high life, or the uniqueness of a normal life. Either way, this is enough to explain why I relapse every so often, because injecting this little something just helps me hear colors I thought extinct, see sounds I assumed had disappeared, live outside of my box for a moment suspended in time and space when, where, my soul can borderline-overdose.
It never lasts too long, for reality calls back with a kick in the balls more often than not, but that's the price to pay I guess. You win some, you lose some.
Well,
You win none, you lose a lot.
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"Cupid, my dear friend,
Long time no see pal, how u been doing as of late? Nvm, let's cut to the chase, I don't really like small talk.
We haven't seen each other in a while and all, but I am ready to forgive and forget past mistakes from both sides. Water under the bridge dude. Talking about water, what about we just get a drink of something else and talk business sometime? That'd be dope-ish.
I heard you came by yesterday but I wasn't here. Feel free to try again tmrw or next week though, I should be back. I'll open the door, but whatever shit you need to do after that is up to you.
C u soon I hope, you filthy bastard.
Best whatever.
-Heart
P.S.: If you see Brain on the way, tell him he's gotta stop trying to break in. This asshole's broken far too many windows; and I have bigger fish to fry than dealing with his kleptomania. Also, I'm broke, so It'd be nice of him to replace 'em himself. It'd be much appreciated.
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17-0 at halftime despite the awful pick, not bad eh?
These moments don't last, but they provide the key to the whole thing. For a little while, it feels like the last piece I've been longing for might exist; since every once in a long while, I come across a temporary replacement that fits. The shape is peculiar, yet the puzzle seems to become solvable. Now I just lack the right colors and patterns.
They just help me reach completeness for a few minutes, when I am fully aware of the objective ludicrousness embedded in such instants.
Hadn't always thought I could stoop so high.
I'm itching at the normality of the high life, or the uniqueness of a normal life. Either way, this is enough to explain why I relapse every so often, because injecting this little something just helps me hear colors I thought extinct, see sounds I assumed had disappeared, live outside of my box for a moment suspended in time and space when, where, my soul can borderline-overdose.
It never lasts too long, for reality calls back with a kick in the balls more often than not, but that's the price to pay I guess. You win some, you lose some.
Well,
You win none, you lose a lot.
_________________________________________________________________________________
"Cupid, my dear friend,
Long time no see pal, how u been doing as of late? Nvm, let's cut to the chase, I don't really like small talk.
We haven't seen each other in a while and all, but I am ready to forgive and forget past mistakes from both sides. Water under the bridge dude. Talking about water, what about we just get a drink of something else and talk business sometime? That'd be dope-ish.
I heard you came by yesterday but I wasn't here. Feel free to try again tmrw or next week though, I should be back. I'll open the door, but whatever shit you need to do after that is up to you.
C u soon I hope, you filthy bastard.
Best whatever.
-Heart
P.S.: If you see Brain on the way, tell him he's gotta stop trying to break in. This asshole's broken far too many windows; and I have bigger fish to fry than dealing with his kleptomania. Also, I'm broke, so It'd be nice of him to replace 'em himself. It'd be much appreciated.
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17-0 at halftime despite the awful pick, not bad eh?
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