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 / 10.2k words
What day is it? Monday? Dice are rolling Eyes are rolling Words are rolling Stay with me for some fun tonight. As the day goes so slow A jackhammer in me I don't know me anymore We are singing with ourselves tonight.
But the clouds don't sift til the sun is walking and the, Wheels on the fish turn in the morning til the, Milkman pops his first cold one until the, Doors closed on the busy dawn and then the...
His hand raced across his skin. The tracks were clear and the driver was driving. He was winning as the flag flapped and faded. The driver delighted at the champagne spray.
Cereal again for breakfast. Vanilla. Love the smell. Day tested me again. Love toast. Butter. It's not right. Hold on. Toast grip. Butter hand. Butter knife. *******. ****. ****!