May the 27th
Wishing yourself to be some other thing it is not
Its all with the knots and sharp barbed wires...
but thats the part the firey mess thump thump
i want to disconnect...and i want to dettach it...remove it out of my chest and bury it in the back yard...to be eaten by worms...and given back to something that could truly use it...

waste of flesh. waste of time...
waste of love.

there is no weed to be pulled, no painting to be revealed, no more damn words.