what I write is what comes to mind. raw. uncensored. riddle-like at times. Major dissonance. no matching socks on this site. what appears as unedited is purposeful. meaningful. and it touches me. no real rules only real words.
thanks for reading.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
what i feel deep inside of me...it's too real. I feel it's strength building with every moment passed. I feel it's power surrounding my spirit. Like that of a fetus growing inside of it's mothers womb, it is stretching me into discomfort. pulling at my skin to take notice of it. Stronger than the kicks of the baby's tiny feet, i can see the bruise you left on me. I don't want to know. I don't want it to be true. I want what is fair and what I deserve not your selfish, indulgent ways. and definitely not the consequences of your thoughtless action. Stinging eyes, blurred vision, weak limbs, exhausted being. My instinct has won. It beat me once again. That's how I found out and now I will never forget.