#spilled rambles

[yellowsugarwords]

“it’s 1:35am. I think too much and I eat too little. I pray, but don’t believe in God, and when I stare at the moon, I wonder if this is meant to be heaven.”

— daydreams

[ancientwriting]

Love is..

I plan to cave my lungs in with the first breath of fresh air I get, I plan to have them explode, Leaving me completely helpless, Lying on the ground, Gasping for air I can't take in,

That's my plan.

[ancientwriting]

Deceitful

You were a no-good-liar, A broken fallacy, An actor,

You were secrets kept at 2-5am You were lies being told beneath smiles and dances, You were a thief, That in the night came over the gates and into my household, To steal away my precious gifts,

You are a liar, A devil, A curse in disguise as a 'blessing',

A little white lie, and a gory black one, As massive as the gap in your teeth, You. Were evil,

And you still are.

[ancientwriting]

There's A Metaphor in There. Like Always.

I can't seem to understand, Why it is that when I take my glasses off to see, Everything still remains in an off colored tint, Everything remains in a soft pastel filter, But when you remove your blindness, To see the world around you, Everything changes, And all of a sudden your eyes can catch things they'd normally pay no attention to,

I can't seem to understand, Why when I take off my glasses, I can see, But I never fully commit...... while You can take them off or leave them on, But you're ready, You're ready to commit to what you see, You can fight through the blindness and jump into the spiraling madness,

I don't get how you can do that.. While I can't see at all, And when I do it's still never enough.

[ancientwriting]

Soothing

You could be talking to me about how you've found a dead body, You're a lesbian, Found a British black clarinet player and fell in love, Literally...virtually, realistically, you can tell me anything,

And it'll soothe me to be able to talk to you.. I enjoy every second and every reply no matter how big or small

It soothes my heart