There is no essential self that can't not weep their desires outward for their own delicate surface of skin not to notice. Since skin is the surface area of ALL sensory receptors to firstly take in the rush of potential environmental information. However, the most pleading debate here...is that tears are still flowing despite me not feeling the need to weep in the first place. That's because whatever rush of environmental information came splashing your very skin and the receptors that (majority wise) make sure to immediately take in (as if by automatic purposes). They entirely relay that very information by the balance of how your emotions simply took it. Which by judging simply by how I'm essentially tearing up, myself just went through an even bigger withdrawal, than I previously thought!
When you essentially tear up, you don't see a lot of data that seems to become sparked from deep inside yourself. That's because you aren't as self-aware as you give yourself credit for...at first! PS... If you think otherwise...then why are you essentially still tearing up...?
If I say you girl you are inside my neuron world. Would you belive? Or if I send you a mail MRI scan report attatched. Will you read? Belive me or not. The sparking in my Vegas nerve are not lying. An afgan ****. ***** to *** Whiskey to Wine I had tried everything- the doctor pescribed. But, it's my nercotic nerve stop receiving all signals It polarised at my SA and AV node by your high sugar smile.
My heart is pacing thudding against my ear drums like I just ran a marathon.
I feel nauseous and light. Breathe But somehow this word doesn't seem to make a difference. Breathe But no sir seems to find a way into my lungs. Breathe But somehow all I find myself is being a sympathetic nervous system. With self doubt crashing and enveloping me.
My hands are trembling with jittering nerves passing underlyingly. Somehow nothing is soothing Or calming me.
who do you think you are? do you think it's you and only you? alas dear friend, you are but a mere speck in the grand scheme of the universe. ruining what's left just for the sake of it. taking everything as a joke maybe it reflects something within. there will be repercussions. i see them gushing towards you like a tidal wave. and when dust settles and darkness swallows you whole who will be there? for once, it would have been me.
what goes around comes around. life is an endless karmic cycle.
If I had the nerve to tell you everything, I wouldn't know where to start. I could tell you that you're handsome, You always are. I could tell you that I love you, But you already know that. Maybe even the fact that you're my everything, But you wouldn't believe me.
If I had the nerve to tell you everything, I wouldn't know what to say. How would I tell you how alone I've felt since you left, Or how much I hate myself for falling short. But most of all, I'm afraid to tell you that I'm terrified we won't work. I'm terrified to lose you. I'm terrified that if we endure this distance and I'm denied again, You'll move on. You'll find someone better suited for you than I. You'll stop loving me.
So, thats what I'd tell you: I'd tell you that you're handsome. I'd tell you that I love you. I'd tell you that you're my everything.
If I had the nerve to tell you everything, I wouldn't. Because I don't.