distressed and hearing things. id rather have a surgeon to operate in place of rusting tools and broken string. so far the gashes heal none, i know not what this means.
concentration is especially hard when all i think about is "what ifs" and "i dont believes."
what if autumn had ended for me that day?
i dont believe anyone would have cared.
what if i could live in a forever sort of state, with leaves of perpetual shades of red?
i dont believe i would mind...
maintaining my consciousness is difficult when all i think about is "i wonders" and "would i's"
i wonder if a spring forever would have been a better time to live?
would i have cared which forever i call my own?
i wonder what it's like, to forever feel the blossoms of springtime brush against your skin, laying in a landscape so green, so soft?
i dont believe i would mind...
continuing to write becomes a challenge when all i can comprehend is "nows" and "nevers"
now i am living in a summer heat, hiding from the sun.
never should i have to live through another spring.
now my chances grow smaller to live in my forever, my obsession is almost to much to bear.
their absence i mind...
please call a surgeon...
S-l-u-t
That was wonderfully beautiful
redjokerx
thanks! im surprised it turned out like this, i was kinda tired :P