I'm probably none of your concern. I only with hold so much of your 3
and a half minute attention span.
My heart has stretched and let many people enter under each
situation's own circumstances. I feel that most aren't here to stay.
Few people have ever made their way past my barriers but I find them
to be lowered, almost to the ground at this point. I have no barriers,
only a quick to judge mind with thoughts of its own. I have no self
I'm rather fascinated by the human mind. The ability to sheild itself
from hurt, emotions, the subconcious. You know you only use 10% of
your mind. What about the other 90? what would you do with all of
I don't care.
I might be the only one that means it..
"Falling into a deep port of blue, so blue it seemed black, she closed
her eyes as the salt burned. Her lungs swelling, her bones cracking
under pressure, and her heart exploding into a blurred mess, painting
the dark abyss with red flames below the surface of the waves. No one
would know or care of her death, only plead to god with why's. Her
braindeath came last, her thoughts were at last silent, no racing
gestures or judgements.. just him. She knew his face so well, every
freckle, and every scar. He would be the only one to mourn her loss.
She only remember his hand slipping from hers as she fell... and once
it crossed her mind her last thought slipped across her line of
conciousness..."there is no god." " -Me