westid

i go deadpan and fall deep in focus for time as it draws closer to midnight. strangers, strange as they are to me, walk through the shallow pool of light that i’m not sure they have noticed yet that everyone can see. i almost didn’t know about it myself, but this feeling just creeps up on you, laying in wake stupid mortal concepts like “mental health” … credit where it’s due though, excellent stealth

i almost don’t know a lot of things. abruptly, i pray to go back to the simpler time where i still didn’t. but who am i kiddin? the only reason i want to go back is so i can feel it happen again in a more appreciative / probably slow motion kind of way

anyway … i’m literally off my guard for at most about five minutes, when i surprise bump into someone but the only person who was truly shocked was me. just in case i don’t fail to recover foolishly, i look down and mong out the first thing that i notice, just to make sure i crash and burn elegantly – admit something moronic and probably another thing that’s weird about me

okay babye quick getaway before i forget my lines for the script where we are all actors and actresses starring in this glorious play, to a packed out theatre of an audience – amused by the different versions of the same thing we both go through; entertaining them all by such intrigue about how we actually manage to make it through the day

it’s speculated often that i’m somehow continuously watching you all, one person looks back every time – a look that cuts right through the fuckin wall. it should go through the other things, that can’t stop you from looking at all. it’s not the look that bothers me – except in the nice way – i don’t mind wanting something that i can’t have, or that it just isn’t my call

it’s time to pack these thoughts away now. and dream of tsunami called empowerment. i hope i get that in slow motion, and what rises when the emperor’s new gimp suit finally fucking fall

you can’t be jealous of a dream, right? don’t quite remember it all but one thing i do recall, is that she decided what happened next. whaddya reckon, should i? haha alright then

here’s a little ^[westid] serenade. enjoy …

this is a link because this theme is SHIT. click here and open your mind for a few minutes/