I just wanna do my thing.
I don’t wanna hurt nobody or anybody with the way I decide to go.
I’m all heart – Sensitive a subject of the dark arts but in truth, I can’t really stop the blood flow;
coursing through my veins. I don’t need blood clots to interfere with my emotions.
I like to feel.
From time to time, circle crops set up home on my turf – I’d like to say it is an alien probing and feign ignorance, I can’t deny the familiar weight of sentimentality surgery.
Unforgettably invasive- it is real.
Paranoid thoughts – tension is all I have set on my watch dial. I know I have not been Santa’s best girl every time.
Honestly, I do enough good to save me from paying for another crime.
Honest intentions. Soul soft and pure. Warped sense of humor.
Bold, moody, loving ,trusting, overly sensitive cysts congregate into lumps, deciding on the logistics and geometrics, of developing a cost effective tumor.
Screams above – Take me – unleash me from the scourge of hell that I find my feet clad in cast iron.
No one else can cut the chain. Raggle out that last breath.
Breathe life into a place for the ones who seek redemption in their conceptualized Zion.
Fighting spirit. Fighting a war. A battle within – Gore – more gore .
Is this really all she has to show for herself and sell on the haggle market shop floor?
Life takes us down alleys where the shit tide threatens to pass the neckline.
Think quick, Grasshopper – put that cap on backward and move into a new gear. Time to engage and decline or re-define.
Shattered thoughts. Media social networks taunt. Pull the plug. I’m done with the fictitious lives.
Comparisons in a house of distorted mirrors. Insecurity breeds, incubate in these surroundings – glass shatters – contaminating other entities- is how it thrives.
about not the friends who are not .
Worry about the ones who are in ‘yours truly’ life and are what you would call ‘your lot’.
Happiness is not a concept. Dolce and Gabbana shoes heighten the germicidal sensation of Dopamine overload syndrome- early onset.
The human touch, the words we use. More lasting splendor than debiting additional digits from your visa card, in an attempt, to feel less deprived. Wage a bet.
Birthdays are for celebrating – don’t ignore the day you not only gasped but grasped your first true breath.
It takes skill to meander through the valleys, hills, low-lying turnstiles, the rabbit holes of seemingly eternal strife.
You have passed by many costly troll bridges – and managed to get away with what is most sacred – your life.
Another day has passed – look at what you have done not what you have lost.
Focus on your strengths, not your adversaries – no need to subject yourself to more savage beatings at an unnecessary cost.
No motivation – it’s okay,we all have these moments thinking we have forever lost our precious marbles
Get back on the wheel and break dance – do a wheely – show off that you have emerged from the eye of the storm – scarred but intact .
Be pleasant,smile it’s okay you’ve got this .Thank the alert, coast guard marshalls.
Live. Eat. Pray.
whatever you do,
always have your say.