#fayetteville
It does not hurt very bad
But it still hurts immensely, if that’s sensible
The dose of anesthesia was drastically high,
A little more please I still feel this.
There, my body is no longer affected.
All of these nerves relocated from the tangible, to the depths of my spirit
I must release my soul, delimit my mind, and free my spirit
To acquire the numbness, peace, that I cannot allow my vices to take credit for
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Running through ancient Appalachia
Frolicking without a care
She had never felt more joy-
Never felt less aware.
As they followed the waterfall trail,
There was no time to spare-
Time was irrelevant,
As they were breathing in clean air.
Treetops swirling into one another,
Breeze slow and soft,
Sweeping salty tears off of her cheek-
They were lost.
Lost in their own minds,
Nothing left to exhaust.
Inspiration was the mountain peak-
Floral scents aloft.
Driving in a spiral
Down the rugged cracked road-
They pulled off to the side,
Anxieties and heart rates slowed.
There they found two cement half-
Pipes peering over the mountain side
They climbed down, sat in their grasps-
Contently contemplating their lives.
She turned to her love
To ask what he was doing.
He said “writing down ideas”
There, she saw her fate.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC