TheRantWringer

Okay i lied, you can stay if you want to. This is not all going to be weepy sad posts specifically tailored to make you weep (or myself, same difference really) There’d be some happy ones too. I am afterall hyperexcited most of the time. And thats rarely ever because of me being too sad to sit up straight (I’m always too sad to stand straight though, i don’t even wonder why anymore) I’ve just reached the point where people have started bugging me in general. I want to isolate myself. To draw up walls and stay peaceful inside my dome, come rain or shine, thats all i’m looking for by this blog venture. On that note, it would be better to go away already. 

Another day gone, another fight fought but i still feel the same. A glowering daisy flower which is wilting every second but still standing so pretty its actually unnerving. I wonder what it would be like to be that golden Sparrow once. To not stay rooted to my origin and feel the air snap the life out of me, yet giving me a reason to laugh but not the one i am acustomed to now. Not the laugh thats scraped from the top of my throat but the one that revebrates from the pit of my stomach and makes my feet curl. To watch my own eyes well up not from the things i cannot even think about anymore but from the things....actually anything other than that at all. To feel my eyes crinkle and my nose smudge from the goofy grin that usually marrs my face without either of those. To listen myself speak words and mean them for once.