EmersonKippling
Light up the match and watch it burn
It consumes the paper and it's words
The smoke whispers away as the speech is lost
The fire it creates will never be forgotten
Just as the story itself
Literally bounds and bounds
the distance is astonishing
The carving pushes you forward
for the feeling
Crash and carve when it's gone
Live when it's had
Sometimes, it feels like I'm back in jail. Doing time in the pen. Every night I get on my knees and beg for something to believe. Nothing seem to have any faith to it anymore. Now on the outside, nothing's changed.
It's about power. In the moment power. Opportunists embeddedly know this.
They are the ones that own life.
The beauty and glory of it. How often superficialized by ugliness.
That's why Hedda Gabler killed herself.
Who, what, when, where, and how
These questions pop up fast and leave in a clouded blur
You
My heart
Now
Here
Because we were only ever good at fighting
But the real startling part of it all?
I think I'm over it.
Systems are failing
The wires are misfiring
I'm sorry captain, but I'm giving her all she's got
The motivation has taken a severe hit
Recovery outlook does not look positive
This physical aspect is down
This homosapien is stalled.