Fresh notes of vanilla with a base of coffee. S'all bittersweet. Its the oscillating thoughts crammed altogether. Post midnight half conscious contemplations in bed, yearning to reprise the proficient role of a slugabed, excessive night stays accompanied by anything Quentin Trantino directed flick and hypnotic ballads soundtracking the pitch black of the night. Traipsing through the empty hallways,detecting a familiar face,formulating methods to elude a familiar face, bursting into abrupt full on guffaws with girlfriends, being an earlybird and breakfasting with the ace lads. Stumbling.and nicking a knee, picking self up finding familiarity with the flattened tiles. Digging up skeletons from the soils only to cloak it whilst validating the rest of the world of its constant absence. Anchoring my subsconscious to the what ifs and aftermaths of yesterday, piecing mapped out visuals of whats in store ahead,coupled by anticipation although plagued with a teeny bit of the realist within me. Yearning to embody the lives in the books and songs thats reverberates in my mind. Allowing my imagination roam free. Finding serenity in X-Men Animation and Larrson's trilogy and a deep uninterrupted slumber when all efforts yields in futility. Head buried in books and grumbling as "im a fucking walking paradox" is chorused next door. Shaken to wakefulness with a full on kitty tongue facial scrub and vibrating purrs.
An amalgamation of everything.
I read it, but I don't understand it.
ReplyDeleteI dont make sense most of the time.
ReplyDeleteI am forevermore constrained to read your exquisite ways of writing.
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