nanowrimo

Write away super hay

pop

Write away super hay

the more you talk the more it sounds the same..pop, the bubble burst again

roll

the chaos, of giving your best but not being good enough. Of being accused as the masterminder of a petty crime, walking with disgust to the police station, halfly remembered the registration number. Of forgetting the group of persons who without prejudice helped you stand on your feet, getting out the first aid kit trying to calm you down. the bittersweet experience of hanging out night after night at the park. different sorts of personality with one common goal, either sex or money, intertwining elements that gets people going. words do give impact to any situation, they cajoles, attracts and binds others into doing unbelievable things. I'm faltering, i'm the leaning statue of buddha. of having a lean face and a lean personality. Backing inwards, i'm lost in myself, my stoic approach did not gets to the flying colour results I was hoping. Change is inevitable, hold me to your deeper bone, let me hear it cracks open away out of your chest. Let the birds of prey fly away from your ribcage, the pain would lasts you longer, the pain would toughen you up. Never die when you allowed yourself to live. Stacking of emotions, welling of tears, blurred visions, strong sensation slowly protruding the nose. what is your worth to yourself? where can i find the worth weighing machine. Alice doesnt live here anymore, Lucy is not in the sky with diamonds, Calm is a fiction. This mind works in different directions and wouldnt want to act straight.