Mild child

I prefer being childish and passionate. The fighting, kicking and screaming way. People seem more open and honest. I could reach into you and get more than a handful. I don’t get cold logic and responsibilities. They break off bits and pieces of me. I would see you and see manipulation. Something I’m shamefully good … More Mild child

The pusher

Being angry pushing aside the darker words. Oh what the hell! I hate! But not really just irrational indistinguishable feelings that rattled in your brain and festered. Trusty over thinking! My undoning.

Saving it

Yet again we are back where we stand. Or was it we’re? Neverending signs of falsehood. Or was it false hood? Listen closely for I tell nothing but the truth. I think. But that is beside the point. Yet I have yet to focus it. The moment is dead and the seriousnessis now aside. Yet … More Saving it

Saving it

Yet again we are back where we stand. Or was it we’re? Neverending signs of falsehood. Or was it false hood? Listen closely for I tell nothing but the truth. I think. But that is beside the point. Yet I have yet to focus it. The moment is dead and the seriousnessis now aside. Yet … More Saving it