the insanity that surrounds me in result of you; the baggage i wear, just to carry on through the day without being diluted nose deep in water. the way i burst in laughter when i’m told the repulsive pain only lasts so long before you bounce back to the old habits; before you can carry yourself in an improved manner; and speak effortlessly about the affliction youve cursed upon me. the way my heart accelerates to the thought of a future made this way. i dream, somedays dreams of admirable aspects, somedays dreams of the horrid; rapid events youve overwhelmed my soul with..that adolescent soul with never a thought of a mind frame like the one youve contributed to my life. i have thoughts about the souls ill bear; and the anxiety you’ll replenish in me. though i walk each day with a head held elevated in a manner of no distinct depraving, it effects the concealed part of my elevated head. justice is a horrid thing when its the misguided who takes in the fault; and in this case, you’ll be the misguided. i pray eternity on your astraying body; and the great events you’ll merit.
This IS my writing. <3 Mora W.