tonight I am elated I feel just fine things can change people can learn to be kind with time you can find me at the edge cause I'm close but never ready to jump you can trust me to never fall drive against the coil so I may not find peace because tonight I can be anything to feel good I don't care how my desires grow I don't care why close to the edge tonight I want to feel fine I don't care anymore please
You don’t walk but slither You don’t talk but hiss Your tongue only blithers Coiled in bed with a monster so venomous Your a real man eater I, another mouse in the field Running in the harvest of Demeter While you strike, going for the ****
There’s a coil in me. It likes to wind itself up. The only thing that eases This… Tension… Is these words dribbling, Down and out of my mouth. Babble… Nonsense… Not the words I’m trying to use, Nor the meaning I’m trying to convey. I’m… I’m sorry I’m this way.
I've gotten into a bad habit of just unleashing a stream of consciousness, when I get anxious about social things, which in turn doesn't actually really help much of anything.
things that grow also shrink everything rewinds bigger then smaller things that stretch and lengthen into a thin wire also coil back into a ball things that twist upward deplete and sag and turn grey things that are taught and dense end up loosening when most things fall they also bounce up at least a little bit its not good or bad its just true