Hello World.

Today was the first day of yesterdays past. Or the last. I confuse myself in theories and thus without direction blindly galavanting. Don't sell yourself short on me, bat those eyes in the direction of anything that isn't a myth. How far down has the venture gone, how wrapped up in yourself can you get? Are you trying to be present, a present for someone? Care for yourself! You idolater! remember what stands under us.
In the back are carpets trying to be masks for the ugly of heart, nest to us is a daemon, above us a tree rooted in the skies, hanging from it a monkey eats your heart. Red and juicy cherry for a pick pocketer. So unguarded.
The wise die before reality can take them away.
The angry have forgotten what its like to dream. So where are you know my soft shell, you are torn and tattered and I am hungry. May I eat you, oh thing I once cared for. Extinguish the flame before it convinces you to jump in.
Forsake me.
Don't partake in the fee.
for what we give. We Give we give we give we give
And what is to gain.
A penny for change. A penny for the stars falling off our ass.

Goodybye! In capitals drifting in distance. What was the bridge.
It was always me. You were always there. I have taken me away and now you are left and now I contemplate the act.
Theory before action? Suggest me to a way. I'll fight it if you tell me enough about the right kind of candy.
But candy rots your teeth and I want to be young again.
So I can pretend again without knowing what a fool has replaced that thing.
that....that thing. that thing. that thing.
Bring me my keys so I may unleash in this.
NO TAKE IT AWAY.
give it back to the diamond encrusted teeth so they may tear apart the impurity.
I dream of marshes.
SANITIZE.
Tonight or tomorrow. not yesterday. Those days only fill me with paths I thought to myself I should never take again.
Betrayed by what?
I ask, I pine, I lean, I bend, I pray.
But as wood hacked at by time so I my faith.
And my mind is tall but every wind which ways sweeps it to another crack.
Hacking bitting bark is breaking.
seedling.
Concieve with me.
Dine with me.
I'll feed everything I can with what I am and what I have to gain.
And then I'll get distracted.
and want you again when you have gone from potential.
or have decided on another mother.

Would someone just hold my head and let me know myself?
So you may know yourself I would not do the same.
Assuming of course no ones else needs this.
No one else is crazy? Correct.
The universe doesn't talk silly. Stop saying that.
And what is this for.
Blatancy taken to a whole nother layers. Lame.
Was I a still born, is this why I am the way I am.
AND WHAT IS THIS OBSESSION WITH DEATH.

I couldn't convince you if i tried to say a part of me has died. Because I am still living.
Self oh self where have you gone and left me barren. Waiting in the aisle. We were to become one my dear. But you have gone and left me at the alter.
I would be a terrible wife anyway.
I would be a cruel mother.
So write me off as the other.
and leave it at that.

NO love me.
Dear ah.
tear oh.
its not funny anymore. And i still am impaired. So we never changed anything. So can we please just rewind. PUSH THE BUTTON. I just want to feel home again. Bring me to the womb so I may grow anew. And they never tell you how your heart aches and how you hope and how its cold and things are breaking all the time and if you dream high you never do quite know anything but the fear of being crushed by the weight of yourself and how your never enough and how everything will one day end and nothing is special anymore and how everyone feels the same way because we are the same and we are all zombies and how the nights.
oh god the nights.

Empty me. I Take it back! Do nothing! I fear steps. I fear staying still. I fear being seen and judged and not being heard.

And it was over before it began. But it began after it ended and I am trying to be witty and prove something but no one ever sees it anyway and it just messes me up and I am on the floor. Naked.
but covered in my slime. Its a cloak! so you may not break me because I am broken.
AND IM SORRY.
but the way I am makes me inable to show you. Or change the only thing that makes me so because its who I am.
I am. Its me.