Tearing up paper, playing with paint
that I must do when dealing with certain feelings...
I thought I had cracked it.
however...
Alone;
Drowning in an ocean of a million people, I feel...
I act, think later
have given in to bad choices...
Memories fade as softly sands shift further from...
with every wave there ebbs away a portion of a...
I have walked the floors
hallways whispering my name...
Scouring walls
sanding hands...
There is only so much I can write
love stories were never my style...
I always feel like I'm something in between
Amidst the anger or joy but ever incomplete...
my head became buried-
knee-deep in final demands...
I always had a sweet tooth,
even at 19 years old...
i creep around my paranoia
to avoid becoming captive...