Certain days I question
levels of my mentality...
isn't it strange how one word
can be completely different...
Stop using your
tongue to speak...
Sometimes you need to step back in life,
Take your time, love life and realise that...
I was peeled
into the shape of a human...
When I speak, I use my hypothalamus
Not my Broca's area...
I like to write, while my cigarette burns-
nobody is around...
I,
would love to smell...
My heart prickles in pain
remembering how lonely...
Spring has sprung
and the attack...
I shed off my emotions
crowned myself with pride...
This is not something i want to do
i'd like to shed the dirt and start anew...