Dreaming Real.
I was looking for an out.
A little release from my noisy brain.
The bottom, if you will.
Not really the bottom.
That is silly.
That is foolish.
But I went low enough, long enough.
Now I feel vindicated almost.
Like I did my penance and can now walk free.
Shit like that can warp your world.
I spoke my mind.
Sometimes too feely.
I have burnt more bridges,
Because I think I needed.
To see new shores through personal effort.
Flesh Under Skin.
All those little things.
All of them.
And the stars looked down.
A little release from my noisy brain.
The bottom, if you will.
Not really the bottom.
That is silly.
That is foolish.
But I went low enough, long enough.
Now I feel vindicated almost.
Like I did my penance and can now walk free.
Shit like that can warp your world.
I spoke my mind.
Sometimes too feely.
I have burnt more bridges,
Because I think I needed.
To see new shores through personal effort.
Flesh Under Skin.
All those little things.
All of them.
And the stars looked down.
posted by Rex Venom at 6:00 PM
4 Comments:
I burn all of my bridges to keep warm...
Probably a bad idea.
'low enough, for long enough'
I can relate to that totally :)
"And the stars looked down."
Thanks for visiting my place, Rex. And for leading me here.
sometimes we just have to open the mouth wide and not close it, until we're honest. good for you. i don't comment here all the time, but i read everything via RSS.
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