Why do people shy away from what's good for them?...
Everytime I catch myself enetering these moods; extreme emotional stress, like emotional rollercosters like bitter sweetness like damn I need to smoke on something. The only thing I find myself doing is pulling up my itunes and rocking out to my music. Why is it that music can medicate the soul? It's a great creation. As I find myself pulling slowly on my stick of smoke I also listen to "getting late" by floetry. A mixture of emotions fill my conscious I evaluate all the recent events in the past 24..something has triggered this. Why is this uncontrollable? I'm afraid, he says "don't be" how can I trust what he says? How do I know that this is right and not wrong. I need to get away. Late night no lover in sight cannot help this feeling to just drift away into an abis of sorrowful memories followed by great encounters followed by thoughts of my betrayal accompanied with the reason for it. I know I don't make much sense but this entry is meant for me. If you find yourself understanding where I'm coming from then maybe you need to pull on something too. Like I've been cut open alcohol has been poured on my wound, and I cannot understand why I'm the one pouring the solution over the cut. I do this to myself. It's getting late.
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