kickinglovers

Contamination.

An expression of this mind finds little time to expell in one moment; it responds more substantially in small doses of encouragement. The pragmatics of justifying such a small part of ones body being the cause for all wrong, devours the possible concept of understanding like powder. We are using an organ we have come to blame for our 'heartache', to find out why the heart does ache. If we were able to use some other option of finding out the reason we ache. like some fricking hoover affair we would be safer away from rocking the pin on which we balance. Though it is on the brink of understanding that we come to our most fatal discovery, there is no more to this and the silence only gets louder. We either have the screams or the bellowing anticipation of the next shouting match inside our head.



Heart framed palapation
Spent nights in a deformed state
Bleeding for the possiblity
Of nothing set in time.

I miss the girl hugs.
I love it when people call me Lady.
I love playing solitaire against people on Msn.
The song of the last two weeks which has got me is -
Elkie Brooks; Pearl's a Singer.
I heart.
Still sad.
Jealous, paranoid, insecure.
Flittery.

Gah.