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Feel the hush of my movements and the scream of my stillness, I cannot remain motionless or I will drive myself insane I would rather drive myself off the edge of the cliffs down the street from my house where the sun reflects off their orange-red craters before shining like crystals in the crevasses of the water I would rather drown than spend one more day watching the walls peel paint I would rather the steering wheel crush my lungs under my rib cage than let my feet rest in these shoes without lifting off this pavement in a sprint that hurts my lungs more than metal and pressure I would rather crack my head open and let my gray matter heat in the sun than let my mind turn to mush thinking of the same things over and over again in this dull - possibly fantastic - life. Because I could be doing things that can make a person think I could be doing things that can change a perspective I could be influencing a whole culture but I'm stuck between four walls that are going to crush me before I can even crush myself; I can already feel my throat filling with salty water and sand, I can already feel my lungs deflating and screaming under the weight of gravity, I can already feel my brain cooking void of any thoughts that may have existed before. I would rather orchestrate my own demise than watch my stationary position do it for me.
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
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Feel the hush of my movements and the scream of my stillness, I cannot remain motionless or I will drive myself insane I would rather drive myself off the edge of the cliffs down the street from my house where the sun reflects off their orange-red craters before shining like crystals in the crevasses of the water I would rather drown than spend one more day watching the walls peel paint I would rather the steering wheel crush my lungs under my rib cage than let my feet rest in these shoes without lifting off this pavement in a sprint that hurts my lungs more than metal and pressure I would rather crack my head open and let my gray matter heat in the sun than let my mind turn to mush thinking of the same things over and over again in this dull - possibly fantastic - life. Because I could be doing things that can make a person think I could be doing things that can change a perspective I could be influencing a whole culture but I'm stuck between four walls that are going to crush me before I can even crush myself; I can already feel my throat filling with salty water and sand, I can already feel my lungs deflating and screaming under the weight of gravity, I can already feel my brain cooking void of any thoughts that may have existed before. I would rather orchestrate my own demise than watch my stationary position do it for me.
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
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