karsenlove
Thoughts race through my head.
I have so much to say.
But nothing comes out.
I am immobile at the worst possible moment.
I need to speak..
have to say something..
But the words
never
come.
Oh, Tennessee. You've been good to me.
And I've come to believe, you're where I wanna be.
You may not be what everybody needs.
It's been ten years now and I'm rooted in your soil,
I am rooted in your soil.
-Mindy Smith
She is positively glowing. Her smile radiates.
Her heart beams.
She must be in love..
It certainly shows.
"We need to split up."
"What? Are you retarded?"
I wasn't too keen on walking around this abandoned mineshaft by myself.
Absolutely not. I was not going to be the first idiot to fall and break my ankle or get raped by some disfigured fucking zombie. Fuck that.
She heard the moans leaking through her apartment wall.
She thought she'd be annoyed.
The heavy breathing,
the surprised gasps, the fulfilled sighs.
But it just made her
that
much
hotter.
Take a step out into the abyss.
Backspace through reality.
Fade in. Fade out.
OUt of consciousness.
Out out being.
Project the crystals from a new light.
And see something..
beautiful.
There's a loud humming.
Ignore the daily crackle of conformity.
Static split-screen.
All we do is talk.
Disregard.
I'm not sure why more marriages don't end in simple separation. That delicate balance has very obviously ruptured. Why are you still going at it? Trying is simply making things worse. It's time to go your separate ways and move on.
Just be happy.
"Ugh! You can't do anything right!"
My step mother shoves me over.
"Look at this! It's still dirty!"
She looks at me with disdain.
"Do it right this time."
Suddenly, in lieu of the forced numbness I usually feel, anger flows through me, building up the pressure in my chest until I look up her and say with an even voice,
"Fuck off, Karen."
I flip her a finger she shouldn't forget and walk off.
I never fully understood the dream catcher.
I mean I understood that they were made to catch all your bad dreams.
But I never understood why people felt the need to tattoo themselves with it or anything. I mean, what higher purpose could it have to you to where you'd want it on your body?
I suppose it makes sense.
Catch your bad dreams, so only the good dreams are left.
Hm.
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