formspring

keep the questions coming.

dreams arent Dreams.

In a dream a girl with no face was hovering over me with a knife to my neck.
"im sorry," she says welding, "i have to kill you."
i inhale deeply gazing into her face full of nothing,
"just make me pretty. lay me on my back, slit my wrists and cut me down the middle. Pretty blue-red, how have you escaped me?"
smiling as i fall deeper into this black hole of a dream, tell me love,
why am i enjoying this?

doorway.

Cant stand the sound of darkness.
the shadows of nothing formulate into moving beings:
Please close the Door.

Im done dealing with grown ass
people that blame everyone
else for why they turned out
to be a miserable sack of shit
whilst wallowing in self-hatred.

when every move is questioned i tend to freeze up.
you seem to think everything i do is aimed towards you,
and its unattractive how you flatter yourself.

so busy reading you, i lost me.
smh. there nothing to say after that.
i became one of them but i guess its necessary to see.
that this isnt the person i wanna be.
this experience evoked change in my body.