I'll Be herE tomorrow.

when I was younger, I was full of such promise.

Now


I am much older.

And my promise seems to be fading with my clandestine youthfulness.

I feel weaker, yet stronger.
Scared, yet ready.

I am not sure what this epidemic in my mind means.

I feel lost, lonely, but full of myself.
More full of myself than I have ever been.

However, people still push me around.
My temperament is not as calm, my vices are swelling and my eyes are pouring.

I AM GETTING USED TO BEING ON MY OWN.



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she sits on
a swing-
a beckoning to someone's
heart's string,
waiting to sing,
under a lover's peril
promising security;
immortality.

the moon struggles
through cloudy skies,
an attempt to pour it's
silver embers
upon the ghostly figure
sitting on the swing.

WHERE AM I GOING WITH THIS SHIT?

bullshit, literal, shit from a fucking bull
hit me in the leg this morning.
As if some deity-tied animal
swung it's shit from the heavens
to purposefully grip my leg,
suffocating it in it's diabolical force.

Shut the fuck up.

nothing can be taken seriously in this platitudinous planet.

Gag.
 

         GaG.



                          voMIT.



                                        shIT.





               I feel the planet erasing my soul with this literal bull shit.