Wednesday, July 22, 2009

abstract self abusive whore. yea

thats a good way to put it. testing all waters, and you even have to convince yourself that you can handle the cold. its just such a different feeling when youre all alone, conquering the world, the cold is a stern kick in the ass to get up and do something, or to dive right in. when youre all alone the cold is more than the dark corners and crevices its the shoulder that is missing. the cold is the constant reminder that you're still living and breathing and your pulse is not bringing with it the warmth from your heart so strongly. when youre alone the warmth of your heart is the only safety rope to existence outside of yourself. its a question things from inside can inspire things outside... its more like the desire and the drive and the motivation. when your pulse is the only warmth it pushes a continuation of its own existence. you lose sense of yourself because the warmth inside of you will radiate strong enough that you may be nothing with out its existence.

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