Every night when we say goodnight my heart ****. Sad and thinking tomorrow will never come, therefore I'm sleeping now so I could catch you in my dreams. Just close your eyes and see me right next to your heart. You breathing in me. I live on you like parasite. I know you love me, I hold you tight in my heart. Love you to the sky and beyond. G--Nyt HONE ! #c9_fm
I dreamed I was a crane flying high in the sky touching the sun to penglai and it's jade terraces wild horses running free long white mains flying with the wind over streams and rivers that trail across fertile land as I soar through the clouds set to rest in everlasting thought my dream is over or just beginning Tao
Maybe I dwell on things too much Keep on overthinking These thoughts are such predators Keep on consuming Me and my words, I never uttered Fear of ruining The things that might actually matter To me assuming Everything is ok, it can't be better Life not dooming That's why I'm such a procrastinator Keep on procrastinating
Skewed vision when I followed the cynosure// Beam balancing Can’t hold my own sometimes// Made up characters to separate my thoughts from “myself”// Split my cares in eights// Off with the indecision// Fall asleep as soon as the tears hit the pillow// Head up, delusional// Unparagoned// So I think Perception shields the egomaniac residing in me// I make it seem as if so, but really with my intentions, I’ll never know how things will play out// Misterpretating will be my end// With no one to truly seek, I play with the inconsistencies.... so what about guilt?// My character doesn’t mind the idiosyncrasies I portray... I do it for the show Merging with the relentless and the glorious It ***** to be Sweet, bittersweet//
the sky is so blue, the ****** topsy-turvy vase dribbling sun-spit crashing around with its mucus rays stumbling, heaving on doorsteps punching drunkenly through windows giddy and chaotic as it ***** air greedily upwards windmilling glory away from us as we exhale- "what a perfect day the perfect day to stay inside the perfect day to **** away" the swaying, nauseous people say, and the sky, the tipsy ******, giggles as it throws itself blue, unsubtle, with ripped tights, glistening thighs, come-hither eyes, unsteady, with love, at the trees.