It hurts. Not in the hellish, ****-myself-kind-of-way, But in the way a muscle does when you over extert it It burns. When my mind sparks, it catches, and burns.
too many words. too fast. hard to explain. hard to understand. I have so much art and so little time. so much pain and not enough rhyme. i’m running from reason and dwelling on regret.
shifty bones under skin, wires rubbing against it blood pumping, flowing, eyes heavy and weak mind sending hormones to send electric messages all blurring together to form uncomfortable existence
I’m tired of bodies and thinking I’m tired of hiding, I’m tired of restricting. Sometimes the weight bears lighter, but today I was undeniably human So animalistic, So human.