Reminders Of A Different Skin

Re-Claimer: I am just bursting with lame titles.

This is my new challenge.
Writing with an old skill,
In new surroundings.

For no apparent reason,
I have decided to think my thoughts.
Online.
Again.

Blink. Blink. Blink.
The cursor is like my childhood.
Static and full of ADD-like twitches.

I don't even care about form today
I am in my element, I've had a taste of Chaos
And the warm winds continue to blow.

I don't like form, other than my own

I learned a way to be less like him

Defy his advice, because I love this way

The old fear festers under my skin
Like scratching your wrists full of worms
When Cicadas Cry, what disturbing inspiration....

This fear is like....oh god with the metaphors..
It's simple. And (dirty.) This fear,
As long as I have a heartbeat.....

No...as long as my heart has reason to beat
The fear will always be under my eyelids
Right where no one else but me can see it

Exactly where it should be.

A Warmer Wind for Chaotic Lungs

Claimer: I should be writing my philosophy micro-essay, but I've acquired enough skill to write it fairly well in about ten minutes, to say the least.

I walked out of his room this morning

Straight into a gust of heat and water dust

It was the most amazing thing I've ever felt

Not only did it get my heart beating

To feel a warm wind,

one of my favorite elements of nature,

Coupled with a close second, rain.

No, It was also stepping out on my own

And knowing that I could return at any time

That I could walk off and he would be waiting

That I could have a separate relationship

With the wind, the rain, and my lungs

And there is no need to feel guilty

This morning, I will never forget.

Blue bow and glittery eyes

Disclaimer: Lame title, I know. But I need a shower and I don't care about formalities.

2010

Not sure why I'm still writing here, maybe it's just a habit.

I don't know him anymore.

And I am still okay with that.

"Call me sometimes"

I believe, yes it does sound like i'm still hung up

But i'm fully dried.

I'm fully fine.

Maybe it's that class requirement in which I was made to aquire a blog.

I naturally thought of this until it ate at me enough to come back.

Tomorrow is going to be a hell that I enjoy.

Chaos is my element I and will be basking in it.

I live for this.