The crash

Never underestimate the overwhelming darkness that comes with achiving happiness

The after thought of a dream ending in a nightmare. Hateing on the very existence of my name.

The last thing going was a knife flying through the air forged in cowardly deeds the ambition of nothing.

You fly hoping this precipice is not the last as you hurl yourself, downward hoping it is the last.

Like a wounded animal your mind gives way to insinct your instinct overcomes and painfuly you survive.

You destroy whats around you for the night hopeing nothing is for ever, but it is and thats why this is a viscious cycle.

 

Crash and burn the next day feels aweful and you know you have to go so you take a wedge and make sure its thier so she cant hurt you orr herself again but mostly you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Published by: lumenuniverse

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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