The arctic cold has brushed my cheek once again The skies are stained white and the ringing in my ears is louder than ever I wonder what the clouds are doing, I never see them anymore The night doesnt come but the sun doesn't shine I have a silver notebook I write, spearmint Because my eyes are watering but I feel nothing The world is dry while the air is full And the heavens take their morning pills Wash their face Head off sleepily to begrudgingly watch the icy seas The wind bites my cheeks But moves in such silence I wonder if the feeling is not just my routine punishment At least I'm used to my spirits At least I have a jacket on At least the heavens didnt take a sick day all together.
If any little word of mine may make some heart the lighter, If any simple song of mine may make some life the brighter, God, let me speak that little word and take my bit of singing. Then plant it in some desolate vale to keep the echoes ringing...
Ringing Singing Clinging Swinging Hear the phone is ringing, singing beeps While clinging the phone, swinging your legs
My family has a lot of reasons to call the doctors, my Mother suffers with COPD, my Father himself isn’t the perfect image of health when it comes to getting sick and injuries. My younger Brother being disabled physically and mentally, my older Brother also having his fair share of injections.
I myself, am not much of an exception.
When you arrive into adulthood you realise how much you have to take into responsibility with your health, physical or mental. I knew something wasn’t right and I called up and we chatted and soon I’m going to try and get more help with my mental health as well as try my best to work out a way to control my weight.
When you’ve neglected a lot of yourself for a long time, you tend to have really negative emotions appear in your thoughts. You think is there really a point in changing now? Am I too late? When in reality, no, it’s not. When you are dead – It’s too late.
I am bothered when others are confident and proud because their mouths speak way too loud they have a good relationship with their brain while I am struggling to be sane do you think you could quiet down? everything is so out-loud! You speak so much that you don't hear the constant ringing in my ears.
I like feeling like danger girl. I like feeling like a shooting star blazing across your eyes and gone in an instant. I love being the whimsical day dream of a woman I had hoped to be when I was twelve and feeling trapped. Listless within my own body yet every nerve ending was electrified like I was an overcharged battery.
Zip. Zap. I want to dash across your heart leaving no bruise or cut but a stinging burn. Icy me all you want but I have already combust. I live in my own scorched skin.
Zip. Zap. There’s a ringing in your ears. The whirl of wind winding past your head ruffling your hair raising goosebumps yet you cannot shiver.
I like feeling like danger girl. I like free falling this role.