How?
how am I supposed to live this way?
Every day, every goddamned, day to day.
Trapped air,
pressurized, when my skin feels
always, still so bare.
How?
how am I supposed to live this way?
With each, painful breathe,
I force myself to intake.
Wet eyes, always just behind.
Anxiety, you'd think it were planned,
matched, to dark-changing tide highs.
Sidenote***- Wrote this on a whim, will finish it later when I have time.
I hope you all are feeling way better than I am today. Good luck and cheers to you, lovers.
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- mynameisjane
- hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
1 comment:
You live or you don't, there's no other alternative. I've found that works for me.
/Avy
http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com
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