words. ive always placed too much emphasis on them. that very noted imbalance trips me. and unknowingly brings me to my knees. yet that immediate instance of unmechanical existence. in the visual raydar of muchly distanced laymen. would appear as still as the lifeline of a dead man. it was as if the knees unkneed themselves. threw their weight around. and wouldnt give in till they saw the bleeds of unnerving effort made to knock them straight up. leaving all there was and is for those tiny feet to burden. this pair. although never hand in hand. they never walk left. ever. undisputedly the most dishonest parts of me. but they carry with them the qualities that every bits of me unanimously hold so dear to their entity in its entirety. courage strength and determination. and on top of everything else. sheer selfish independence.
current aural of cruel intentions - Runaway Train by Soul Asylum.
