derelict

Okay .
Here I am.
Raw.
a little tipsy.
But just that.

creative. at the least.
dream on wing. left field at most.
believe you are what you feel. See at will, what you believe.
It feels top me now, where you stand is just a moment in time...
just like my drunkeness.a sublime state of mind. ingnorance of surroundings. or maybe just a feel of the real, and a love for the life I like to believe I hold.
or is it by that I suvive, threw the hard times I think will end me, but I still keep on ticking.
I may not be boring now, but I hope
Twizzler doesn't feel the same.
I know he only says things this deep,when he's as trashed as as the fact of beyond of non-belief of what he admitted to.
I love him for it.
I'm the same way.
Which is best if we don't admit.
Wish us luck with that.
It's the mystery of where we are going we both in denial of, that keeps us going.
Believe it or not....
It can work out!
For once, I'm cool being me.
I love being me, even.
in the good points.
the mean parts of me.
and just every frisky part of me that wants to get out.
purrrrrrrrrrrrr.................



you see?