I feel my head wanting to explode from everything I want to write.
I have these ideas with no structure.
Reality gives me feelings of
Is that even really a thing?
My brain is in a constant state of storming I don’t need anymore of that, thank you very much.
Maybe a “Brain drizze” would be a little clearer,
and easier to put on paper…
R: “Is that where the strings were attatched?”
?: “Everytime he pierces my skin with those strings, I live.
I live because I’ll rip them off everytime.”
Something about his smile this time was soothingly melancholic.
My heart was on it knees.