It’s just terrible, utterly awful. Horrific, the best way to descried this. Terrifyingly simple, it looks like a train wreck, it feels like one too.
A line recently read, “For Serious, the Mommy told him, “Art never comes from happiness.”
Perhaps…dreadful, and darkness is easier to express. These feelings can be seen in orange, yellow, pink or white. They are most commonly noticed as deep red, blue, brown and black.
I believe there is a cobweb inside my head. It is growing, living. Thicker, and thicker yet. These webs become dense and uncontrollable.
Relaxed, head rested comfortably, legs stretched out. Short breaths, followed by long, the body relaxed and tension released. Shadows or spirits moving slow, then fast. Forcing thoughts with no interpretation. All these thoughts, all of this, basically unimportant.
Imagine forcing people to love you, or to simply make yourself noticed among others. Forcing, begging, pleading to simply be noticed, and to feel that inside. It is incredibly disheartening to realize that our children, and the children we once were. All grow into adults that will destroy the pureness of the next generation. It is terribly close-minded of me to say this without mentioning all the positive and bright individuals that will have the opposite affect. These people exist as well, more so to control the negativity, and to pick up the pieces.
Life is a beautiful gift. Sincerely, although there are times I struggle with understanding the directions to mine.
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