applesbliss
Bluelighter
little bits that are ground up into the carpet. Over and over, hell thats accessable like your oven. Youth loosened from your soul before you hit adulthood. Mother fuckers shooting at you and no where to run. Meaning warped till you can't reconize yourself anymore. eaten as you prey on the ground. Maybe you were living your dream, and it didn't really matter because you had to move on. find yourself foreign in your own country and in your own state in your own mind. Trampled like the railroad tracks. and burned like fire. disappear like the shadows in the light from a mirror reflected flipped from an eclipse. and landed in the sky. think back and feel it make my memories count for real time. Am I living in a dream? it becomes hazy every other day. Death wouldn't solve anything but create a headache. i'm in the carpet, and the carpet is moving ..its not growing ...its moving like a confused weave of grass in a sandstorm. nothing is as fucking powerful as to stoop to a friend or a loved one. it doesn't matter it doesn't fucking matter its not going anywhere. Why is money so ominescent..would I be homeless without it? burning in a neighbors yard or still stuck between the thorns in a carpet... its not a matter of texture when you can't feel..the breeze doesn't reach down here. And neither do people ... .to activate the seeds
knowledge is no one knowing you but you know no one bankruptcy not in a sense of money but in a sense of dreams...a vacuum
applesbliss
knowledge is no one knowing you but you know no one bankruptcy not in a sense of money but in a sense of dreams...a vacuum
applesbliss
