i hate deciding.


The OceanThe Ocean has eyes. He stares up at the sky from his depths, watching the airplanes write longing in their chemtrails; watching the fragmented migration of a thousand aimless bodies, and watching the clouds grow dark and heavy with tears.The Ocean
He hears the Wind skitter across his surface; she makes ripples in his skin. She whispers in his ear, and hurries the lonely airplanes along, so they can intertwine, without interference.
But with disappointment, she discovers that all the Ocean wants to do, is watch.


ShockI never did lie on the floor. I never writhed, never screamed,Shock
never cried, sobbed, shook; I never looked broken, because I could cleverly mend the cracks and fractures with glue and paper. Nobody noticed.
My blood did not pour like water into a glass, or like syrup onto burnt Sunday pancakes, or like gasoline onto the street; My heart has always been red, and my eyes have always been grey and white.
When my belly shrunk, nobody could tell through the looseness of my shirt And when it expanded again, I was the only one who cou


meter and rhymethe hours pass, and red turns black inside the gaping wound; it curdles like the harp-strings plucked when playing ancient tunes. and since the skin is soaked with sin, her sadness can't be harnessed; for every vile lie she tells is draped in bloody rawness.meter and rhyme
"oh sweet! today, my heart is gay, my love is never-ending; you there, my dear! i see your tears --" about their sadness, mending; and all of it is but a farce, a comedy of joy; for happiness grows far between the fields she destroys.
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My stock account- ~Secrets-Tock
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My stock account- ~Secrets-Tock
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Come down and eat chicken with me beautiful, it's so dark!
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My stock account- ~Secrets-Tock
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My stock account- ~Secrets-Tock
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What?
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