blabber
Because maybe, you’re gotta be the one that saves me and after all you’re my wonderwall….
Set inside the walls there has to be some meaning to it all and the wonder that I brought to myself has to be telling me something but everyday it seems the night grows longer and the days grow more and more stagnant and more and more boredom no it’s more like an unconsciousness while I’m still awake with my eyes wide open I cannot start regretting every move that I make because I’ll just start thinking over and over again about the things and second chances and all that bullshit it all comes into my head with such a rush and gush of sound and light and feeling and emotion until I am about to burst bursting into flames tears trees grass fire sounds this mind thoughts are so confusing I cannot coherently talk speak write about it it is confusing confusing confusing all these things that have not been figured out are now becoming clutter and all this clutter inside my head is turning me upside down inside out and mad to the point which I don’t longer bother to rearrange or organize myself perhaps this is why I become so messy and perhaps messed up and unmotivated and lost in my own pursuit of passion and losing interest in stuff so fast because once the initial frenzy gush emotional hype passes I no longer have energy to continue because I have no reserves left to occupy any other task than trying to organize and figure out all this damned clutter I just think too much and it leaves me without a doubt with a million doubts and a million ideas all untried unthought unorganized and unphatomed because they are just left inside my imagination like an imaginarium un-unleashed it become so weird and leads to this stupid clutter oh how I wish I would just explode so that I can stop this heavy weight and burden and all this shit shit shit shit shit that goes around inside my head what the hell is going on I’m writing like a retard and yet somehow it makes sense to me already but it is such bullshit because no grammar all errors and what the heck is this I am writing but oh my gawd it seems so real and all written down with no commas no fullstops no semicolumns it is exactly how I see it inside my head no i no longer see it I think it no longer I have made it drag so long that I now feel it and live it through myself it has permeated outside of my mind because I left it so untamed and uncut unprimed and unstudied basically it has become like weeds and now grown on me and now is just growing more and more and is sapping my energy resource at the same time because I left it untidied.