Hey, hello, how do you do! Its been a hot minute since my last post ;).I’ve practicing drawing so my writing has taken a the back seat but last night I felt like venting some feelings with some good old fashion written word. Hope you enjoy it!
It made me laugh so much it hurt, my heart couldn’t’ take it
The one thing, the one thing that could have never been true, yet, I still thought maybe, maybe it couldn’t be. I can’t handle this reality. My ribs can’t handle my own laughter. It really happened.
Warm hands
Soft cheeks
A malleable soul
The company I wanted in the way I dreamt of it
Why did I dream like that? Nonetheless
It happened
My .01 percentile.
I guess. It’s do or die now.
Right now, if I were a ‘good guy’ a ‘decent human being’ or ‘the person they think I am’ maybe I wouldn’t think these things.
But here I am, a string of consistent failures
When trying means failing, I’m certain I’ll fail
But away from percentiles
Knocking at a door again and again
Maybe
Out of sight is a -.01 percentile
My very own deus ex machina
Mad Man's House 