creampuofs

I don't like what comes out. I'm no saint, just another traveler on a worn road. Meandering paths, meandering words...an apple with a bruise. A sunflower without seeds. Curtains that refuse their purpose, it's garish. Ow, my eyes....but that's not the real problem. It just comes out wrong and gets misunderstood... bury me in my spelling problems. Warped grass; everything is slightly unsettled as of late. The end of this chapter is nigh, and I'm afraid. Claws digging in my head, I'm not completely comfortable anywhere. Everything seems like sleeping on a hundred beds but not sleeping well all due to a pea snuggled at the bottom of the heap. People are fickle creatures; never mind them. Awkward incidents, difficulty thinking correctly... bees flying with sea-gulls--they can't. Limp fingers snagging on protruding objects, it is delicate. Delicate...like how everything else is. All the best and worst thing. I crave balance.

Slow.The.Fuck.Down.

Take a breather. Take some time to configure settings. Ask Time for his leave, go above and talk with clouds.Follow a smoke trail with eyes unaccustomed to chopping onions. Faulty traits... inperfect replies. Life is NOT fucking Water having her midnight stroll down the drain. It's... it's not a tornado... it's like, a tornado mixed with a rainbow. Rainado? Tornabow? We've never know.

It's not nice to know
All the answers when
They build and swirl inside your mind
Too conflicting for words

It's not nice to know
What to say
When you don't know how to say it

It's not nice to know
The world
But clueless as to how to live it

Caught in a tangled mass of truths
How do you know it...and do it?

Doesn't make much sense; all sort of contradicting. Though I've never been good with sorting out my own feelings.