[day one] asleep mid-sentence- the words fell apart. no one is listening
anyway. this day will soon turn black and my "wants and needs" will spill
on my burning ashes. i learned to be selfish today...i learned to be
alive. these things i care for are for my personal gain and my person
happiness only. why should i sit in your chairs and satisfy your
standards. i've done it all before and i've confused myself a thousand
times. the tragic day that i call morality just doesn't do it for me
anymore. no more choices, just standing in the cold. the day will turn
black and i will have either lived or died. asleep mid-sentence- my words
fall to the ground. swept into this dreamland. economic satisfaction,
never succeed. but happiness has its place. justice will not lie in your
corner. new day towards death, only compassion for my own needs make my
need necessary.
[day two] throw myself in the corner; i have nothing to complain about
here. a tragic day seems too peaceful to most, spoiled ambitious turned
my heart to black. i'm figuring out this realization process- the process
to never look upon bitter ground. living dreams, loving dreams, awakening
to what i've always dreamt of. the familiar sound of lovely love from the
love of my life will keep the notes coming. from the reciting of the
show, from the plip and the shevanel, from the grind that annoys, and the
season they hate...forever i worship. i'll kill, love, and hate for all of you.
thank you for the best part of my life.