Watching the clouds drift by, thinking about what I have, what I want, and how impossible it all seems. Yet hope for happiness threads the fraying edges of my soul together
On another plane of existence we walk hand-in-hand. On this one our hearts are close yet we can never actually be together and that is the most painful thing of all
You know I know
exactly what you want.
And you’re leg is squirming
in need, impatient.
But I make you spell it out
for me, in detail,
before I provide you
with the relief you’re
begging for.
My parents bought an AR 15 to defend their rural missouri home from antifa but little do they know antifa has ALREADY INVADED THEIR HOME and is in their fridge eating all their shredded mozzarella at 2 am
Its all fun & games... Until the day someone rips the still beating heart right from your chest cavity. Then you just become a broken, hollow, mockery of the human condition.
But, hey! Good luck with your "one true love." And all that nonsense.
You can spew all your emotions out on everyone, everyday.
Or you can let it slowly eat at you day by day. Until all of it rips apart everything inside of you and decide its too exhausting to keep going. Either way.
I made my choice... Your choice is your own to make.