Word Release

I always feel so deeply for something that never comes true. A light tower with no ships to bring in. Fresh air for no one to breathe in. If a tree falls in the woods does anyone hear it If my heart limps from your words am I the only one to feel it?

I'd never live in a place so bright I couldn't gaze the stars at night. I

I wait to see those searing green eyes, impatiently, anxiously, I’m hungry for the way they warm my soul.

Self Deprecation is the key to assimilation. If i had to guess the depravity of the situation i'd say morally we're without inspiration. 

With a steady exchange of hatred and blame I endeavor to find the line of sane and the clamor of mistakes made.

The hair spray taste of cheap vodka burned our throats, chasing it with cigarette's an good music. Arms wrapped around her waist, staring at the stars. She turned an kissed me for the first time. At first very soft, an then faster, her tongue gripping mine she bit down on my lip. Tasting my blood with every kiss. I wasn't aware of universal foreshadowing. Not that it would change the outcome, I would have loved just as severely.

Fuel.  “Are you paralyzed with fear? That’s a good sign. Fear is good. Like self-doubt, fear is an indicator. Fear tells us what we have to do. Remember one rule of thumb: the more scared we are of a work, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.”War Of Art.-Steven Pressfield  

A red spark hit the sky, spitting fire from the tail side. blue dots lit up in front of it, Rippling, tapping on the surface of water, except gentler, like sound touching water. Light sprinkling out. Connecting, almost changing from water to glass. I broke the code of the universe. Shrooms our awesome.

Trivial and petty ventures seems so worthless gazing into the universe.

I've watched alternate life's pass by. People, places I could have known in a way few could describe. Stories never told, lessons never learned, lives never lived.

I found myself lost in holding you. Lost in touching your lips to mine. Lost in your green eyes and pale skin. Lost in pulling you close enough to catch the scent of strawberries in your hair.

Twenty minutes in, my ribs feel like they may collapse, My arms are filled with blood, and slowly my legs are starting to be overtaken by a subtle numb. Back and fourth swept to the bottom, scrambling to the top; constant push and pull. lost position, I've been caught. Hooked. I feel arms weaved around my neck; blades pressed tightly against my artery. I felt the lack of blood attack my consciousness. Lost. In those moments its so easy to give up. Someone or something just choked the life out of you; maybe broke something. Grapplings a lot like life. You only get better if you never give up.

A distant light in the dark raining morning night, is something in the right frame of mind, unbelievably unpredictably, breathtaking. Just to stare, inhale, sip in the air well the rain beats down around you, amazing. The kind of amazing you'd never yell about, the kind where you just observe, revel, love.

So I was sitting on my couch petting my dog; an he starts to walk away. So I said "where are you going pussy?" An he dragged his doggy bed over. I have the best puppy!

If your hating life; go do martial arts. It is a medicine of empathy. It is your body feeling how your heart feels when a relationship ends. It is how your soul feels when someone you love dies. Beaten an broken. But it teaches you through pressure an discipline that life goes on. An that feelings go on. Bad an good. Don't wade in the water; dive in an find an ocean.

13 year old punk rock girl, Biking down the street, Monster in one hand, A peace sign in the other, Steering with your knees, You're a badass.