more defiant. less sad. less needy. fuck you. i write better sideways anyways. writing for an audience and the consequence is a less than perfect version of the words n thoughts i was trying to portray. feeling for you was writing for an audience and the consequence was a less than perfect version of me.
what im starting to see is that what i need is something like you. this catalyst to the masochist inside of me. this pressure this torture to order the creativity holed up in me. and for that i thank you for that i applaud you when i call you now it will be for thanks for all the momentum you have given to me. for the rhythm for the divinity of this beating heart of this speeding pulse of this racing pen. so the words will flow and from deep below i can read these words out loud to shine in front of this crowd so my lighthouse
can retire.
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