I ponder of something great. My lungs will fill and then deflate. They fill with fire. Exhale desire. I know it's dire, my time today. How can I articulate that I have these thoughts, so often that I ought to replace that slot, with what I once bought, because somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence. I have this credence that sometimes quiet is violent. I find it hard to hide it, because my pride is no longer inside it. I can’t cavort, because it's on my sleeve, and as I try to decry it, my skin will scream, reminding me of who I killed inside my dream. I don’t dissemble that I hate this car that I'm driving, there's no hiding for me, I'm distraught and forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real, I could just write a eulogy and I could pull the steering wheel. But if I do I would need somebody to exhume me , because otherwise how can I evince that I have these thoughts, so often that I ought to replace that slot, with what I once bought, because somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence.
I ponder of something murky and terrifying, because this time there's no sound to hide behind. I find over the course of our non-utopian human existence that one feckless thing consists of consistence. And it's that we're all battling this nefarious fear. Oh …show more content…
But from the things that work there are only two that work in propinquity. And from the two that we choose to do, peace will win, and fear will lose. There's faith and there's sleep, we need to pick the unwonted one please because, faith is to be awake, and to be awake is for us to think, and for us to think is to be alive, and I will try with every line bloated with verbiage, to come across like I am dying, to let you know you need to try to think. I have these thoughts, so often that I ought to replace that slot, with what I once bought, because somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in
I ponder of something murky and terrifying, because this time there's no sound to hide behind. I find over the course of our non-utopian human existence that one feckless thing consists of consistence. And it's that we're all battling this nefarious fear. Oh …show more content…
But from the things that work there are only two that work in propinquity. And from the two that we choose to do, peace will win, and fear will lose. There's faith and there's sleep, we need to pick the unwonted one please because, faith is to be awake, and to be awake is for us to think, and for us to think is to be alive, and I will try with every line bloated with verbiage, to come across like I am dying, to let you know you need to try to think. I have these thoughts, so often that I ought to replace that slot, with what I once bought, because somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in