Bleach

I want to breathe
Take in all the air, fresh as water
Untainted by human touch

Because I feel stuck in a stale chair
Where ideas are usually brought on
by "what are we going to eat".
If this is everything I ever wanted,
I need to try harder

The library didn't help me out
So I sit with weird kids
To keep my spirits alive

Now I'm hiding in plain sight
In my dorm
made of brick
painted in white.
If this is staying stable,
then there are beasts outside

It's hard to extract these humming tunes out
a closed stall
Is This It
Is This It
Is This It?
on repeat to give a drab beat
With my language
Cause I've been talking all along

No one speaks

Why?

I come here to create a world of my own.
I don't have a lot of places im involved in.

My mother's world, the army's world, school's world, and many others I won't mention.

But here,
here on this web page is where I can finally take shape without persecution.
These words are only a mere fragment of an universe of thoughts that I could never bring myself to say.

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Is it a crime to want to hear everyone's story?

I wanna hear em all and take part of your world, even if it's just for a moment.

Lately, I've found myself indulged in my favorite past-time poison, 

travelling.

I hate nothing more than packing again, buying another ticket, 

transfers, layovers, expensive snacks, 

and just going there-wherever "there" may be.

Yet, I sure do love getting there.

Later Days, Longer Nights

Freddie M.

A lonely figure atop a bright mountain has seen me
With no telescope, it can see me and knows how I feel
We might be two of the same

 "Look up to the sky and see"

Matter to me, does this matter to me?

As I listen to his music
Startled by his adolescent emotion
This ancient embrace never was my taste
"Nothing really matters to me"
I want that to be my answer
Then I can give it all away to someone who thinks otherwise
I can't find any value in my baggage

As I listen to this music
Moved by someone else's soul
"Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me"
Please say it aint so
As I come to grips with the true nature of sins
Does it come from the things we did or failed not to do
This is where we live

I don't want that to be my answer today
I love people in my world while
My flesh is slowly
closing, just like tombs before me
Everyone knows where we're going
We just don't know where we're headed
There's dirt
And cold or light


I never want to get there or there
It isn't here

Tried to change the song because it makes me feel uneasy
Yet I played it again, because it actually speaks to me
Unlike anything else I thought I could ever hear 


And I know people think I write nonsense or whiny dribble
But this may be the most revealing post I can ever write
My first manifesto

My thoughts dont stop here. "He could not refrain from going on with them, but it seems to us that we may stop here"

Later Days, Longer Nights