lackluster monotony is a moment I do not wish to repeat...the duality of my twin existence baffles those around me, even as I am baffled by their monotone, bland existence.
RUPTURING THE HEADLINES OF MY MIND...whoops didn't mean to shout.
rupturing the headlines of my mind is a needed (gasp, uh, gasp,) release to rip me from...me.
duplicity is a common occurrence for me if not easily identifiable to those around me. My thoughts simply overrun each other, as they fight to be the thought for this moment.
going forward in reverse makes utter sense to me as I careen into the oblivion of what could be...one day...soon.
like minded souls intertwine to become something new... something possible in an impossible world.
my silence is deafening...dontlikeitdontlikeitdonltlikeit...
The clarity it brings will dispel the audacity around me...but then I am just forced to become differant...changed...altered.
continually churning nuances tease and tempt me without any reason for the urgings...it just does.
finding the colors inside the ideas that rape my mind makes me want to go all bat shit crazy...
silence...silence...silence...
whispered offerings are timid yet translucent... they mean me absolutely no harm...so they are not the purge I need to transcend this moment.
I need to free fall...
I need to become dangerous...
I need to climb the white vaporous clouds that dance lightly around my mind as I seek to recover my soul once again...
Silent lucidity beckons the monsters that beg to be heard if not seen.
grasping the edges of monotony tease me with the concept that I could somehow be one with my one moment...Icanticanticanticant
Boredom steals my future...
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