Right now, even my blood hurts. Well, aches. Every bit of me does. Most for the same reason. Brought on by stupid people insisting that they are right. And, by all rights, I can't argue. Truth remains. And I just have to suck it up and deal.
But elsewise other things ache. Some that I can fix. Or, at least bandage a little. Like the headache I have. But, the means, and the drive, sometimes are harder to come by. Then comes the need of solace in solitude, for the only person who I always would rather be around than not on the other side of the world.
And I can't intrude.
[If you show me heaven, I will meet you there~]
Things to keep my head out of trouble and my money in my pocket, however, are much, much easier to come by. And a slew of new faces. Some more welcome than others. And some much more humored by my presence. Or at the very least, the frequent chiding that it brings. I just hope some of the softer skinned, and frequently attack-of-opportunity-drawing, individuals don't take it too much to heart.
But sometimes, certain things just need to be said.
[Would you save, would you save my life, if you knew~]
I think that sometimes I have very, very good reasons to dread tomorrow. Othertimes I have to ask myself: What the fuck? But still, I have that sensation of terrified loathing. Dread. One or two ways to describe something that can't be described.
And that is the same circumstance for why I feel so lost here. Well, a lack of something. Beyond description. There are still only so many words that I would be tempted to use for that description. Amazing comes to mind. Or brat, princess, et al. Then, probably the one that best describes:
Lovely.
[Hide your eyes~]
But elsewise other things ache. Some that I can fix. Or, at least bandage a little. Like the headache I have. But, the means, and the drive, sometimes are harder to come by. Then comes the need of solace in solitude, for the only person who I always would rather be around than not on the other side of the world.
And I can't intrude.
[If you show me heaven, I will meet you there~]
Things to keep my head out of trouble and my money in my pocket, however, are much, much easier to come by. And a slew of new faces. Some more welcome than others. And some much more humored by my presence. Or at the very least, the frequent chiding that it brings. I just hope some of the softer skinned, and frequently attack-of-opportunity-drawing, individuals don't take it too much to heart.
But sometimes, certain things just need to be said.
[Would you save, would you save my life, if you knew~]
I think that sometimes I have very, very good reasons to dread tomorrow. Othertimes I have to ask myself: What the fuck? But still, I have that sensation of terrified loathing. Dread. One or two ways to describe something that can't be described.
And that is the same circumstance for why I feel so lost here. Well, a lack of something. Beyond description. There are still only so many words that I would be tempted to use for that description. Amazing comes to mind. Or brat, princess, et al. Then, probably the one that best describes:
Lovely.
[Hide your eyes~]
Wish you could update more.
I like hearing from you.
When you leave base get some pics.
I want to see.