Throw me a fag.
You know what? Just get over here.
I’ve been thinking… Remember those days? When we moved seamlessly through life, often asking ourselves if it could possibly be any better? If the passersby, the colossal statue we shared with them and the same one we fought over, were true to reality? Was it merely an attempt of evading a series of conventional bores? Or did we really come across love in its most infant form?
And just about…here! I usually trip over one of two magnets in my head. Crossing field lines I jerk irregularly in a bind set by gravity. Rest assured that this is only a metaphor describing the deformation of my train of thought; call it a train wreck. For some reason I cannot describe it otherwise. The allegories we subscribe to as dreamers… do they restrain us from arriving at the ultimate epiphany? Train wreck. Ha. Was it merely an attempt of evading a series of conventional bores? I hope not, I’ve given into that particular allegory long ago.
Have we based this value on nothing? Train wreck.
The allegories we subscribe to as dreamers… do they restrain us from arriving at the ultimate epiphany? The generosity of your existence is unbreakable. Lay out in front of me only what you can provide and only what I desire.
A walkway. A pendulum of skin and bones, fueled by anticipation. Another metaphor, sorry. Train wreck.