Ögonblicksblogging.
Spock på hjärnan. Jag är inte säker på vem Spock är.
24-05-2013
Jag längtar efter din frihet.
If it feels good, do it.
Rain rain. Brain drain. Drain my brain to refrain from insane. The brains main drain occurred due to cocaine piled in the formation of wain. Pulling your mane, pulling the chain that's tied 'round my vein to help keep me sane. Got lots to gain if I retain the pain you inflict with the cane, not letting it wane. I'm neither Lois Lane or Tarzans Jane but you're not even bat-Bruce Wayne, and a membrane is "a thin, film-like structure", citizen Kane. Train in vain 'cause you're still plain and this is not the right terrain to reign over.
Rain brain.
Slip into a mode of illusiveness. This is the reality for now. This is where you come to get your heart broken. This is where you come to hurt.
This is the reality for now. A reality where the heart heals itself when you decide. When you are ready to go back to inception.
This doesn't make it less of a reality. The hurt is real. The hurt is bad. And you asked for it. Because you know that it will blow over. And you know that you'll feel less heavy afterwards. And also, you love pain. You love heart ache. As long as you can make it stop. This is the reality for now, and this reality often makes the more constant one easier to cope with.
Sömntablettsblues.
Krampen som letar sig tillbaka. Hjärta som rusar. Välbekant, tack för senast, snälla försvinn. Kramp blir avdomnad och jag väntar på avsomnad. Ett litet piller för drömmars skull, bättre det än att bli full. Söva bort en smärta, döva bort ett hjärta. Man överlever varje gång men vill det noll procent. En människa är för en an det bästa som har hänt. Kärlek. Är kärlek. Är kärlek? Du.
