I like to skateboard - one time when I fell, my insides poured. I like to paint the war inside my head. I like to draw the feelings that soak my bed. I often like to watch time pass by. I often like to watch myself cry. I like to be around animals, humans remind me of cannibals. Cannibals tangible. Tangible to the valuables like diagonals. I like to rap, national, animals, actual lag occurs.
I don’t care for males - they have long scales, nails, and tales; and when he exhales, it’s because of the pale stale detail that will soon lead him to jail. I don’t care about speaking; I’m more for feelings leaking, all over a heaping paper for reading with lots of meaning; enough meaning for your breathing to be weakening, then increasing, and tweaking. I don’t care for abuse, ****** youths or fake routes.
I believe in validation; validation to keep the motivation. I believe in imagination - that comes with the frustration of wanting the transformation, transformation of the situation - observation of admiration. I believe in the elevation of the nation. I believe in rationalization of differentiation. I believe in renunciation for victimization. I believe in expressing what’s inside. To provide a guide to what you’ve denied. Denying the defying truth of you trying to stop crying while replying.
The colors that describe me best are orange and green - but, I like every color in between. The colors that describe me best are not important, because, once you hangout with me, you’ll know what I mean. The colors that describe me best are based on what mood I’m in; angry-mad, sad-blue,happy-green, and the rest are to be seen. The colors that describe me best are whatever you think, although, you may need a shrink.
I am a fan of being kind. I am a fan to provide your mind. I am not a fan of being deprived of a way to redefine; redefine a way to confide in someone blind to being kind. I am a fan of having to remind people that you’re alive; life that has been enshrined by the timed mind that smiles will provide. I am a fan of living loud. Loud enough to be proud. Proud of the moments you now surround endow with the feeling of being profound.
I favor the presence of her. Her essence is like an incandescent in my acquiesce decision to take attendance in antidepressants.I favor skateboarding. I favor the wind in my face in the late morning. I favor drawing my thoughts. I favor how we’ve gotten cross. And if they’d throw me to the side it’d be their loss. I favor you, captivating. I favor myself, Infatuating.Infatuating graduating sitting around reevaluating on a Saturday morning.
I get tired of giving. I get tired of living. I get tired of always being willing, forgiving, reliving; reliving things that shouldn’t have happened, bringing back giggling, tearing, flashing, dripping, grinning, smiling...“just kidding”. I get tired of wishing. Wishing I was quitting, wishing I was committing, wishing I wasn't fearing. I get tired of being tired. I get tired of being admired when I've done nothing but inquire a taste for desired.
If I could change one thing about myself it would be how I think. If I could change one thing about myself it would be how I’m on the brink of taking a drink from something very distinct, and not of my instinct. If I could change one thing about myself it would be how I disrespect my mother. I would rather her have another than me. She’s tougher than anyone above her. One day I want to become her. I wish I had been kinder. I wish I had a reminder, to tell me to provide her. Provide her all she needs, and hope she sees I succeed.
I am.... Nugatory.
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 1:23 AM UTC