twilightmoon
When There's So Much Light, Why Do I Feel So Dark?
chalkThe relapse into insanity and the comfort of chaos overwhelm me and my bleeding knuckles taste of iron in my mouth. A swirl of speed and magic and a shocking exchange of numbers and a flurry of text messages and The Used being the perfect accent to the perfect scenery and how can I ever really explain myself to you?
Tell me something about yourself and what would you like to know and how do I tell you that I'm an increidbly private person but I'm trying to open myself up and the best way to get to know me is to see me around my friends because that, that is when I am most myself is when I am comfortable and surrounded by vulgarities and profanities and childish jokes of "That's what she said" and watching the office and saying phrases like "That was intense! Like camping!" How do I explain to you that this is just a bad hair day, a bad hair phase, that I really can be good looking but that you caught me on a bad weekend and I'm sorry, I know I'm not your type and I'm sorry, I know I'm not the best? How do I explain any of this to anyone?
Who am I? What have I become? Why do I struggle so much with the most basic of human instincts?
Forgive me forgive me forgive me and these whispered apologies are not a joke they are sincere and dangerous all the more for their sincerity. Hello Dantes my old dear friend, how are you my Count? Will you teach me your ways of revenge and love and heartbreak and will you teach me to still get the girl in the end and Don Quixote will you teach me the ways of insanity and honor and knighthood as an anachronism I know where you're coming from my brother in arms and book after book after book and all I can think to do is read and relax my neck.
Who will never be good enough for whom?
Wanted: Single female, intelligent, likes women, and what's more, likes ME, and doesn't mind spending a lazy Sunday afternoon curledi n each other's arms taking turns reading to each other books like Homer's the Odyssey and The Three Musketeers and the complete adventures of Sherlock Holmes, taking breaks only to walk through the home naked and get water and discuss philosophy and our ideologies and what we will teach our future children.
Also, has anyone seen my common courtesy? I seemed to have lost it at the concert a few nights ago.
~Alisa
Tell me something about yourself and what would you like to know and how do I tell you that I'm an increidbly private person but I'm trying to open myself up and the best way to get to know me is to see me around my friends because that, that is when I am most myself is when I am comfortable and surrounded by vulgarities and profanities and childish jokes of "That's what she said" and watching the office and saying phrases like "That was intense! Like camping!" How do I explain to you that this is just a bad hair day, a bad hair phase, that I really can be good looking but that you caught me on a bad weekend and I'm sorry, I know I'm not your type and I'm sorry, I know I'm not the best? How do I explain any of this to anyone?
Who am I? What have I become? Why do I struggle so much with the most basic of human instincts?
Forgive me forgive me forgive me and these whispered apologies are not a joke they are sincere and dangerous all the more for their sincerity. Hello Dantes my old dear friend, how are you my Count? Will you teach me your ways of revenge and love and heartbreak and will you teach me to still get the girl in the end and Don Quixote will you teach me the ways of insanity and honor and knighthood as an anachronism I know where you're coming from my brother in arms and book after book after book and all I can think to do is read and relax my neck.
Who will never be good enough for whom?
Wanted: Single female, intelligent, likes women, and what's more, likes ME, and doesn't mind spending a lazy Sunday afternoon curledi n each other's arms taking turns reading to each other books like Homer's the Odyssey and The Three Musketeers and the complete adventures of Sherlock Holmes, taking breaks only to walk through the home naked and get water and discuss philosophy and our ideologies and what we will teach our future children.
Also, has anyone seen my common courtesy? I seemed to have lost it at the concert a few nights ago.
~Alisa
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Wander The Darkness
