sayla
my crew is made up of wolves, bears and woodpeckers. we would roam the forest, day in – night out. occasionally, night in – day out. it really depends on what we’re hunting. owls are good, but i try sticking to hares or sparrows. hares AND sparrows at times. with some lavender as coleslaw on the side. good times, these.
my crew are made up of wolves, bears and woodpeckers. we would roam the forest, day in - night out. occasionally, night in - day out. it really depends on what we're hunting. owls are good, but i try sticking to hares or sparrows. hares AND sparrows at times. with some lavender as coleslaw on the side. good times.
oh phooey. i'm listening to Blur's Charmless Man right now(it's been on repeat honestly), and 'monitor' just doesnt strike any inspiration but i'm suppose to type anyway, so here you go. i sure do miss the old Blur.
he’s a ball of energy. watch him go. beaming with personality. he’s everything you've wanted to be. and everything he had always planned to be. a bubble of positivity, a canister of good, the clear cut definition of ideal. but when he’s alone, he’s quiet. he finds solace in silence…peace, all alone. then he breaks down. they start knocking on his door again. he wipes his tears, puts on his mask. let’s go.
he's a ball of energy. watch him go. beaming with personality. he's everything everyone wants to be. and everything he had always planned to be. a bubble of positivity, a canister of good, the clear cut definition of ideal. but when he's alone, he's quiet. he find solace in silence...peace alone. then he breaks down. before he heard the knocking on the door. he puts on his mask again. let's go.
these tinted shades hide my eyes from the world. so they cant see what has caught my infatuation. they dont need to know. these tinted shades hide my eyes from strangers. so they wont see my eyes are closed shut, not wanting to say hello. these shades are not designer, for i dont need them to see that i'm hiding my visions behind a cloak that is meant to permeate envy and admiration. the only time i remove these shades, is when i see a rainbow, or when it rains. don't ask why, you dont need to know.
it's there, a prided halo around your neck. they say life's nothing without it. we all need directions. agreed. but who's? you can't follow and go wherever the wind blows when you're tied down to that slave ship setting sail against the very breeze you enjoy. we were made to run along with the blizzards. when you're cuffed....i mean, 'collared', to duties that benefit someone else more than it benefits you, it's no surprise life becomes a bitch, no? but the alpha dogs love it. oooo, the way they howl in pride. but not us. you and i, we're wildchilds, mongrels, halfbreeds, free-spirits, trying to get away from the stench of their dirty killing fields.
is an abused word. everyone is an artist in their own right, right? fine, i'll accept that with its subjectivity and clauses. but what pisses me off is everyone thinks their van gogh, michelangelo, an epic photographer, thom yorke, elvis fucking presley. true art is producing something that is rightfully your own without the aspiration to be the talk of the talk, minus the pricetag, minus the facebook likes, the retweets, the friends that visit your gallery and shows telling you 'fuck, you're so talented' yet have not a clue what your art is REALLY about. unless of course you're into that fame and social-approval bit, but that's just sad aint it?
here's where i rest my head. where i close my eyes and listen to the echoes of my thoughts shimmer across the walls as i try to fall asleep. i sometimes have guests, mostly friends, sometimes a pigeon or two, no dog yet. it's my little humble space, with books to keep me calm, music to fill the air, and lots of toys to keep me happy. it's nothing like yours. but come inside...get comfortable, now, how about some green tea?
let me walk you home, it's getting late. we could talk and share whatever leftovers we've yet to share. you like pickles. i like bacon. you love the sunshine, i'm inspired by the rain, so we wait til the sun goes down and we're drenched in darkness. you're mute when it comes to feelings, it mutes me but i feel so goddamn alive when we both know what's yet to be said. then i look up. you smile. and i know it's mutual. everything my dear, is mutual :)
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