“Dude, my momma has been fucked so many times… Wait a minute, not like that..”
Don’t throw stones if you live in a glass house and if you have a glass jaw you best watch yo mouth cuz I’ll break your face.
Exhausted. Always exhausted. A heart so full of hurt but holding a determination to love. To forgive. To accept the one who holds it for all that she is, and love her unconditionally. A heart unwilling to quit, as broken and crushed as the world has conditioned it to be but still it struggles on. A mind so full of scorn and pessimism constantly at odds with a heart unwilling to give. Unwilling to break. A heart and mind always at odds until the one who holds the heart claims it as hers. Then, for once, the two are one in their decision. To never let her down. To never give her up. A heart that wants to save the world, a mind with a yearning to end it, and the one who captivates them both and holds their attention so that only she matters. Constant turmoil, persisting conflict, perpetual chaos and unending struggle, all brought to peace, if only for a moment, in her arms. In her entrancing eyes, and in her heart that knows my own as only she does, There is peace, if only for a moment.
Where can one go when they have no one to depend on? When the person who’s supposed to be a figure of nurturing apathetically looks down on you and icily regards your pleas for shelter with contempt?
How can I feel safe?
“You know, sometimes ya just gotta fuck shit up. Lay waste to all that you survey, and dance in the smoldering ashes.”
Oh, John Skipp, how you know my heart.
