I'm running.
I'm running from that same old fuckin' feeling.
Break it and fix it.
That's my mode of transportation.
Functioning with straight-up happiness?
Hell no.
Not on my watch.
So is this barried secret noticeable?
I wish I were six feet under with it.
Oh fuck the spurting of my lively content.
Both fluids if you've got my jive.
Yes the red and white come forth while her ever lasting memory swings by my eye.
Stabbing that vein filled orb A.S.A.P
Sight...you bring me nothing but pain.
that was a couple weeks ago.
the tune has changed quite a bit.
About Me
- squidjive23
- venting.
it's what I do.
it's who I am.
I walk along a narrow crooked path that fades in and out, sometimes dissapearing in the thickly mossed and moist ground.
I walk a path of searching.
finding.
living.
dying.
I find some and lose others.
small remnants of what used to be, lay scattered around my bare, paint chipped toes.
a simple muslin dress, raw, and bare...untouched, envelopes me as I walk.
I shiver from the early dew that caresses my lively skin as well as bask in the shining glow of light emitted from the morning sun.
I wander in life.
I search inevitably for whom I can wander beside.
journey with...love and suffer with.
until then, I gaze upon the broken clown faced pipe once belonging to a man long gone before existence knew my name.
herbert.
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