VERBAL DIARRHOEA

so the time has come again. where i rip myself apart and dangle your heart in the palm of my hand. like a word (not world) acclaimed professional yoyo player who has been said to conceptually resemble the blythe doll in terms of tagged price and perfection. this hands-off experience can and will only get easier as the frequency of the visits increases and descends accordingly in this self-destructive pie chart.

yes. i have learnt too many things in the recent years of my life. the lessons were taught well but not by a teacher without flaws. we took turns at the blackboard for i was not any less of a teacher than she was. she majored in subjects of love and laugh while i was a scholar at life and living. the school of thoughts came in bearable quantities with the last exchange of tutorials going not too far but simply beyond reach. these confusing only towards the end chapters took on a mutually desired role of respiration. sadly per se. where lessons and mistakes from everywhere and else overwhelmed in such a way that there was simply no way to clearly differentiate one from the other.

the language expressed in this speech of silence meant many things to me but by the word of mouth i realise. that same language was taken to mean nothing. with some calling my bluff and others playing kanye west incessantly in the backest of ground.

you then realise that you draw lines but some people. they take sides. first yours then anothers. strange in that you never held on to these people to begin with. they swayed then stayed right by you. not quietly but very supportively. the way you did/would them. at this instance you remember the many stories and secrets told to you. and you just want to assure that they remain intrinsically within you for as long as you fail trying to forget. for i have kissed these people and would never in my mind of minds tell on them.

indeed. our backs are watched over by homies and people who has a knack for the surest bonds beyond moving circumstances and the unmovable hands of time. and all our fronts only too well taken care of by ourselves. this is the survival of not the fittest one but two. whole entities.

so they say. an eye for an eye makes the world go blind. what with the countless exchange of my eyes and your fluids. how is it even remotely possible to get to a point of losing one’s sight? i stand my ground that it is just not a matter of physics. but one of losing vision. if it isnt already quite clear. i agree to a large useless extent.

cant stay put for you so i will sit still for me. do what i do best. return the seeds of pronounced ambiguity and allow you to nourish my nature with the growth of your nurture. only because you deserve it. the best and worst of me.

current aural of simon didnt say - Distance by Faktion.