COMPLICATED SHIT
I am so weary but I liked it, I liked how I’m sweating. I am so into this shit, I am addicted to this one pain. Call me a fuckin retard, cause I don’t mind, I don’t even give a fuck. Cause everything is just a subtle dream, that’s probably why I am straightly standing while I’m sleeping. Probably when I die, everything will turn upside down or turn out to be normal, well even I don’t know what normal really means.
Limbs work like a dubstep shit, and a weird kind of heartbeats.
I am so weary, I’m wearing that shit again, as I don’t know how to describe it, I am complicated, wish you’d understand it, and tell me how is it.
Boundaries
lend me some peace
before this hooting odd feelings tear me into pieces
bring me some nice evening scent
so then maybe I could get off this pain
what do I want?
what do I learn?
what does people want?
what people think?
boundaries,
Je perdu dans ma realite..
