captblacktoe

i am no longer sick HOOOOOOOORRRRRRRAAAAAYYYYY.


i really don't have much to say so i'll ramble.

i beg the questions of time and blood and receive silence offered up on toppled pedstals soaking in gutters spreading like plagues and the songs we hate but find ourselves singing to traffic jams and uncomfrotable pauses in timelines i just want to find mine, just want to break that binds that keep my overextended over extensions hovering of the brink ot destruction or salvation can 't tell which quite yet but i need this need to fal iinto the bottom of something hit the bottom and get a new perspective of where i've been climbing, i question the blood of time and walk the p[ath laid forth by shattered glass hearts take steps to feeling more like a man think of firewalkers and listen to the red of footprints listen to hear the soot and ash of countless histories, another step and the blood of another civilation litters the road to tomorrow tomorrow i will write euologies to this moment went i became tied to those who fell before and those who wait behind for the path to be clear so they may feel unique in the heartbreak, ears pressed to the ground will hear "i am all alone" eched into the bones of millions of buried lovestories i love stories of "she picked me up but i had already gone, turned to me and said "i need this" but i had nothing left i am alone but she feels lonely" i taste this words like philsophies of confuscious and jesus mixed with the blood of osiris begging isis to excavate another buried tale and tie new timelines to the palm of slit wrists. i qeustion the blood of timelines and wait in silence listening to the footsteps waiting for .....

i love free thought, and now i will tell you all to read "hope for the flowers" thank you