backseatThe only time we may ever kiss is in the backseat of my thoughts still, kissing you is twice as sweet as the love that I've been taughtbackseat
The only time that I'll see your eyes like the time they were that day Is likely in a vision
that I'll constantly replay
The first time I heard you laugh at my wild observations Was likely in a dream sometime when we had a conversation.
You traipse into my consiousness Living, wanting , needing sometimes I'd rather not wake up to the sound of my heart bleeding
The only time I'll p
for nowFor the moment Your face is only as good as tomorrow so I have to stop clinging to your far away smile before I get too close before you remove that facade of yours scare the shit out of me and I take off running (I won't look back)for now
paralysisI live for this feelingparalysis
This trait I hold
A coping mechanism A desire to cling
I hide it well
I hate it
Sometimes it hides from me pacing in a dark cell and no one else can see The source:
insecurity Daughter of immaturity What brought it here? That it may make it's home in me
Life's rhythms their weight on me
chain it let me forget
I plead but cannot just yet
you look into my eyes I lose control
A torrid stream of self ha
The vocabulary of survivalismI recognized him in a cloistered room full of confused revolutionaries. It was my first day back on the ground. I had just returned from the wilds. I was the equivalent of a modern day monk, but I was not a vessel for spirit, just for sighs and echoes. My monastery was marked by the whispers of wind through evergreen branches, and the dwarfing of my form against the rocky cliffs, and passes. I had fled the battlefield, a long time ago, to save myself, and I had been alone for over six hundred sunrises since then, wandering and talking to the wilderness. When I could not stand the sound of my own voice any longer, I finally decided to walk theThe vocabulary of survivalism
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I sped through heaven and saw God at work. I suffered holy pains. I dropped all my defences and was afraid of nothing in the world. I accepted all things and to all things I gave up my heart.
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DW
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