30/M/lancashire If it sounds insane, it probably is. Abstract writing. Maniacal thoughts. Read between the lines, dance along the lines, snort the lines if you want I really don't care. 33 followers / 10.3k words
A mothers kiss on a toddlers cheek. Beaming, love. Eyes Full. Of pure love and joy. Warmth flowing. Boundless ecstatic embrace. Tourniquet released. Needle ascension. Eyes to God.
Seeing waves in a foggy clouded view. They crash and roll like potatoes in a stew. The day is fierce and nobody seems to care. I roll around wishing someone was there.
Sunshine whenever you turn my way. gibberish rays coat my face. you don't half chat some beautiful ****. quotable, worrisome, but my perfect tremendously disastrous friend.
This is all that you wanted All that you prayed and dreamed This is all that you cried for In your lonley silent screams. The silver is what you long for The Red path of hollow cries. Run fast the race is over. Sleep now, be still in dreams.
Killing men in the forest of shadows of showdowns in the bountiful standoff. trees, people, bullets, compost. breath in, leaves green lungs bloodied. breath out leaves brown lungs blue. water on the leaves red on brown skin to trunk leaves to forest.