Monday, May 25, 2015

i still feel dead.

like there is nothing inside of me

even good moments have the longevity of sulfur

my smile feels grounded

my self image is a puddle of murk

my memories are gone and all i remember is recent history

ambient floating with only a desire to be teathered

to routine, to familiarity

to no money worries,

no more thoughts of how easily you could change your mind

they say you know a language when you dream in it

what about when it narrates your sad heart

and give you cause to shudder in bitter memories

sorry i'm ranting again

i told you i would stop

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Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
you already know too much about me