I want to stop global warming, plant trees, chop down the legs of those who chop down trees, call captain planet to bust all the companies who throw their toxic crap to the rivers and exhale their halitosis to the atmosphere
my mind is as organized as Chadam’s and for this gift, I feel blessed. (or cursed or however you see it)
relieved. Yeah.. That’s the word I’m looking for..
relieved because it has me thinking that I haven’t lost my mind since my ugly battle with meningitis.. I just happen have one imaginary brain.. I mean a brain that imagines a lot..
(and FYI, I do have a brain..as shown on my CAT scan..)
and if you don’t know who Chadam is, check him out.
you’ll be addicted like crack.
that’s myspace.com/chadamlives
wait, I’m not sure if that the url..just click on his name below..he’s on my top friends
and I don’t know how to spell.. and I’m actually so good at being a bad spell-er that my father used to think I’m dyslexic..
I’m not good in math either.. I just don’t get numbers…
I also don’t get guys and their high levels of testosterone..
and I find it very easy to drive them crazy
I’m 20 and I’m still confused.. and that is a bad thing
I want to pierce my lip and my brow but my parents’ reaction to my cousin who went home with 6 piercings made me realize that my parents were probably Amish in their past lives(not that have anything against the Amish..)
a two hundred-peso gift cheque, my bubbly, happier self, some friends
these are some of the things I’ve lost.. I’d go look for them
I fear being an older me, scolding my younger self for not taking the chances I once had, for not saying the things I want to say, for allowing laziness to take over me, for fearing what my older self might say to me..
and i write stuff like this:
The red lips of my wrists
silently spitting the life out of me
gracing the creases of my palm
branching towards my fingers
falling like tears down my fingertips
as the sanguine streams flow faster
i feel the life of me drifting
the flame faintly flickering
in the darkeness about to engulf me
the dense air so heavy
silencing everything there is to hear
the steady beating down my chest
is hardly ever the only thing moving
my own tears stinging my eyes now
i struggle to keep them open
not afraid of falling asleep
fearing rousing
or the loss thereof
i stare at the door perpetualy
waiting for a face tha'll keep me from leaving
'til then i'll lay still
and try living one breath at a time
and I’m not usually this gloomy..really..
i wanna ask kurt how the bullet felt like..
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