Fly like a flashing soaring through the sky like a beacon of light shining brightly at the darkness below ready to snap at a moments notice. Flung out of place into life's race erasing any negative traces brought on by love's erase. Is this something that's out of place in the morning haze. Save me from this fall from grace. Plummeting hard into the depths of eternity with no bottom to greet you. Melancholic rhymes wasting through the air mingling in your unkempt hair.
Time passes even when around you the world crumbles a speech of sand in eternal free fall. The universe will catch you. Spit you out like a bullet. Free from heavens embrace a gift of consciousness. Doubts seeping in. Often leading to thoughts of the past and what the future holds in store for your fragile ego. Is it any wonder you are still able to hold your head out of the water.
A myriad of thoughts linger uninvited and unannounced as the eyes wander unbidden by self respect. The wind blows gently but the foul odor unmistakable against everything else. Given up, not in good lifetime. The identity is dimming into the night the light's no longer bright. You can't put a finger to it.
I've come to the realization that I'm nothing but a fork on your road that's taken but also left behind at the same time you've carried on along your journey. Not a companion. More a convenience that's attached itself. Only ever tolerated as long as there is no annoyance. Not a peep or a squeak. Barely a presence as opposed to the globe I've made into my orbit.
Slotted into the same pigeon hole you seen to think i belong like all the other hamger ons in your life. I hope not.
I feel like my musings have gotten very real as of late and writing about them is turning into something quite heavy. Not something I'm unwilling to carry but s weight none the less I'm going to bare and not by s hair. All of it. On my back. No aspirations.
Just bare.
what if it's not really the lack of aspiration but the weight of expectation in choosing an aspiration that meets certain standards by others?
To be accepted.
I believe in you, I acknowledge you.
I have watched enough hentai plot to know the gist of this plot.
Life is to suffer, but living is to make them suffer!
Reach out and live by your agency, my dear drunk HANDsome buddy.
(no homo.)