contrast on two floors, downstairs i can hear the laughter echoing, upstairs it's only me breathing softly. self medication. self- mutilation. there's nothing left to offer except my own confusion. i swallowed everything you gave me like table scraps to the dog. begging for more, but cries were ignored. last night was freedom, this morning only shows me a daze. give me something heavy to get me on my feet. move on move on. paralyzed eyes, stuck on a vision only i can see. spread myself across the ocean, feed me to the fishes. those philosophical junkies will take the bait. fuck you and your forced thoughts. your motivation eats away at me.
i don't know where this is going.
c'est moi
- elise
- The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
2 comments:
who cares where you're going ..
what you said sounds pretty fucking awesome to me ..
you've got amazing vision for someone with paralyzed eyes
i love that expression by the way
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