So I find myself hurting. I can sit and listen to my heart beat savagely at the music in my ears. I feel it inside the way I feel others can't. I feel like a hollowed out vessel starved and ravenously biting at this feeling. The music feeds my soul. It's so satisfying I can't help but cringe. I want to breathe it in. I want to roll my eyes back in bliss. I want to collapse in its energy. I want to love to it. I want to fuck to it. I want to be an animal in its grip. Can't you hear it like I can? I feel like a junkie, fidgety, crying. I don't want to experience this alone. I want you laying next to me.
PART 2
Piss poor rambling. Again. I feel the need to find someone who can feel what I'm feeling. These lists of braindead people make me numb. Is there no one like me in the world? Is there truly nobody who feels just how large I feel inside? I am bursting at the sides. I am too much love for this body. I am too much feel. I'm tearing. I want to let out. I want to let it. Touch. Gaze. Bite.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Last night's regurgitated rambling
Today was quite awesome. Target, Chili's, margaritas and seeing Nicole and her little guy. Today I said I would do some sketches for the new blog but I'm tired as hell. I work tomorrow morning. Get my check and hopefully shop around for an elliptical. Tomorrow is back to the grind and come Saturday... I meet Lindy and her girlfriend. I was worried today when bob said we could take them to Late Nite Pie. I felt like that place was pretty sacred. I know we have taken friends there before, but I guess I'm just not really cool with taking Bob's ex girl and her girlfriend there. Too weird. We are shooting for Alamo drafthouse on Saturday. They're doing Lebowski night. But anyways, I felt my stomach fall out when he mentioned this. I think I'm certain I'll react funny if she mentions something about their past that I'm not aware of. But that's Lindy I guess. I know it's to be expected but in the end, it's going to be great to see her after uhhh like 2 years that we've chatted online. Tiiiirrreedddd. Nite and
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