
Drooling creativity for the last couple of days, I realized I wrecked my self into small pieces, so small that a single word seems vicious, rare and self-conscious, then I ran my fingers thru what I thought was your hair, woke up, not a pleasant way to get up actually, but still I moved, then when I looked into that window I heard the dust heavy and unsure, but I kept going only to find a piece of Lego piercing my ankle and that pain didn’t bother me, I went for some juice, to find out just another hint, God actually falls asleep on the job, drank water instead.
Tried my best to breathe properly, you know like in tele adds, that calms me down.
Gasp.
And another one
I’m not alone but it feels like I was, I’m not scared so don’t put feelings in my mouth
Choke Rant? I need my books