#streamofconcious

[looselipsnfingertips]

For the last 3 weeks all I could do was sleep, eat, and stay alive.

Now I’m on fire, a live wire. I woke up this way yesterday, can’t sleep. Don’t want to eat, I’m just a manic mess. Thank God it’s Friday? Two hours deep in NyQuil and here I am. Let it stop, let me rest. My soul wants peace, not sadness or madness.

Let me be, free my mind from itself. Be forgetting who one is, one may remember who they are. Help me get out of this mirage of mirrors. I want to just be me. Let me out, free me from the prison without bars. I go to free myself in the bar, and realize I’m in the last place I want to be.

Where do I want to be you may ask? Not here. Where is here? Wherever I exist. It’s a never ending existential crisis. I am in love with life, just don’t know how to live it on a level plane. Will I ever not be extra, passionate, bold? I hope not. There are many things that I am, but boring was not a trait favorable for me.

Even if I am a day deep in my mania, I love this shit. Throw away the fuckin’ key. Sadly I know all good things must come to an end, hopefully not me jumping off the deep end again, or however my mom prefers to my episodes. I’m sure this one will end up with me on prescription drugs. Guess it’s better than the ones I prescribe myself.

[thespiritdoll]

4am rambles/Stream of Consciousness

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The universe flows through my fingertips. She leaves her whispers in my mind with gentle touches. They spill from my mind, trickle down my throat, and burst, divine and bright, as ink on paper. Each word designed to be enticing. Well intentioned poetry, Words, for the world. From inside, and out.

[rainfallsonwednesday]

“Honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits prison, chivalry fell on it's sword Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Babe, there's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you...”

[roansgraham]

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[bellaconfusion]

I’m not sure what did me in, but one day I was just done.

[personal-anon]

I turn 25 on Sunday. A quarter of a century. Two and a half decades. Mid twenties. Adult. When did that happen? Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was 13, chillin’ in the cafeteria with my friends? Wasn’t it just the day before that when I had my 9th birthday party, and she gave me a portable CD player? How did I get here? When?

[jae-080]

Stream of consciousness, 2012

[freakishlylucid]

Measuring a fall from grace.

Looking back, I’d fallen off the tracks,Looking forward, to no reward,It is clear that my own worst fear is becoming what I’ve always hated,instead of peering into an abyss, I measured the fall from grace, keeping time, I was ill-fated. Hope and harmony, the only gift I’ve left in the wake of this calamity.Contaminated by envy,The only time I should of asked, I should have just walked past.No I know, there are times when sorrow becomes hollow, remorse becomes hoarse, it is not the place for me to decide, whether they are seven deadly sins or the seven best things, or perhaps it is not to be known but to have shadow cast doubt over the truth of the matter.This is not a threat but a warning for those whose curiosity pushes them too far.