The sound like cold air surrounding you down from head, shoulders, to your toes. The numbing makes you unsure if you feel the ground. Maybe you’re suspended in air?
Month: June 2018
I want to believe in mystical things but I don’t.
I wanna believe you’re the person I think you are but I don’t.
I think I have this strong desire to be logical that’s always colliding into fantastical ideas. The fantasy has a tendency to take my heart away. Then I guess I’ve become untrue. I’m too tired to go anyways. I want to believe in real things but I don’t and I do. I want to believe in making magic but I don’t. I don’t. What am I doing?
Contradicting myself into a pile of garbage.
Maybe I’ll be able to recycle myself with some staples and paint.
I do have those things laying around somewhere.
Kads 