even though you want to be mad
you need to mindful of graces
realize you’ve stepped into the most worst kind of bad
you must return a horse to its stablestart where you left off
put reason ahead
after all of those things that are ableyou will call when your done
with no reason for fun
and your alliby? — it’s secure as a staple
In a similar location with a different routine…
This resident destination and the previous location seem to be quite similar in nature.
The trivial details about this environment and lack-luster local fanfare don’t deter me in the slightiest bit.
I revel in this cultural madness.
We all know this is an experiment at its worst and a vibrant realization at its best.
May your God bless you from the bullets that whisp by and the wrongful judgements of your best friends, aqcuaintence, and foul-minded mob-enabled accusers.
The sun will rise and the moon will set yet again…
..You say something to someone you love and cherish — you may never be able to take it back..
If on your deathbed you can count all of your friends that would do absolutely anything for you —anything— on more than one hand, you’ve led blessed life.
The dust is settling as I lie here.
It was a subtle hint of what went wrong.
I’ve been giving up, giving up,
on every plan I’ve made.
I’m finally waking up, but just a little too late.
My life has always been a dead end street,
with heavy eyes that shoot through me.
I slipped somewhere in between what’s right and wrong.
And now I drown with every breath I take.
I’m sick of feeling like I can’t escape.
I’ll get out before I go insane, to somewhere I belong.
Somewhere I belong.
