vermilionsolitude

It's difficult to explain alot of things. Like how it really feels to shiver from the inside out or what it is about yawning that feels so good when you don't restrain it. It's equally difficult to explain why one stops breathing when they get upset or to describe that electric feeling that shoots across one's stomach when something wonderful crosses their mind. But in some cases an attempt must be made at dexcription. There are just some topics that are so cathartic to discuss that if you don't get them out of your head that vehement current of thoughts overflows normal brain capacity and I, at least, inevitably drown. I am just a girl and I

A face pressed solidly to the ground, ears listening anxiously for a sound, you're praying for a future as you weep for the past wondering if anything was ever meant to last, grasping desperately for a foot hold near even when you know there isnt one there. Shards of humanity violently cascade while fond memories wearily fade and salty pain feeds ghosts of lost hope within the core. Dig at sparkles amongst the stone absentmindedly grinding fingers to the bone, double yourself over, bend down low trying to let all the emotions go, Pray for the future as you weep for the past wonder if anything will be able to last. Maybe in un