

Unseen Scene.A cacophony of thoughts have been ricocheting throughout my brain for quite some time. A slug of a process to devour, never truly vacationing in the bowels of the beast. My nagging thoughts lived vicariously through an alarm clock on a particular morning my bones resented the idea of propelling forward. The songbirds outside summoned me to the surface - a clamor of lucid dreams.Unseen Scene.
Time to replenish the aesthetics. I'll pay particularly close attention to the bleach being applied to my roots, erasing the traces of normality. To some, this is the process of destruction - planting a deadly fertilizer and waiting coyly for it to seep i


I Wasn't Prepared.I unfurled the sheets that lie stagnantly - stale, after last night's debauchery. The stillness of this particular morning had consumed me. Getting out of bed had meant to cross enemy lines.I Wasn't Prepared.
I wasn't prepared. No.
Truth trickled down the side of my neck. These beads of sweat were more honest than the tears I had cried underneath the sheets.
I had not been prepared for the feeling of guilt that had washed over me. To watch movies all my life - vivid images, yet depcrepit as they grudgingly dragged on so sullenly across my mind.
Raw emotion was tearing away at me like vines that obscure my vie
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I dreamed that Edward Cullen ask me to bite me
if you'll check this, please write me back. Where have you been all the time?
And how are you?
Greetings
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GO TO THIS PLEASE -> ~roses-and-stardust
"Wir hören nie auf zu schreien - Wir kehren zum Ursprung zurück"
"we never stop shouting - we return to the origin
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