Fitter Happier
More productive. Comfortable. Not drinking too much. Regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week). Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries at ease. Eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats). A patient better driver. A safer car (baby smiling in back seat). Sleeping well (no bad dreams). No paranoia. Careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole). Keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then). Will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall). Favours for favours. Fond but not in love. Charity standing orders. On sundays ring road supermarket (no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants). Car wash (also on sundays). No longer afraid of the dark. Or midday shadows. Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate. Nothing so childish. At a better pace. Slower and more calculated. No chance of escape. Now self-employed. Concerned (but powerless). An empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism). Will not cry in public. Less chance of illness. Tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat). A good memory. Still cries at a good film. Still kisses with saliva. No longer empty and frantic. Like a cat. Tied to a stick. That’s driven into. Frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness). Calm. Fitter, healthier and more productive. A pig. In a cage. On antibiotics.
(Source: boundbywordz)
You were so close. Right within my grasp you were. The longing for you I’ve kept hidden for so long suddenly rose to the surface of my universe. To have a new beginning with you is the secret buried deep within my soul and bones for years. The affection from you was finally mutual, but the timing was so completely far off. For now, I have someone else to hold my heart the way you once did. Someone to stay by my side, the way you did. Though I’ve wondered about this moment countless times, it’s just not meant to be anymore, as much as it pains me to admit. I still have to come to my senses from time to time, which is not without difficulty. Deep down, I know it is best to move on, but there will always still be a lingering morsel of hope within my heart. That I know, will never change.
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Rare Situation
It’s as though I am a rare, beautiful rose beyond a garden of daisies. I stand alone; neither comfort nor a chance of fitting in. It is a dream that I can clearly see, quite perfectly I may add, but it is buried far beneath my roots. Every once and a while, I soak in enough water to reach the dream hidden deep below. The seed multiplies and grows an unbelievably similar flower. For a moment, my dream is fulfilled, and I couldn’t be happier. I look at her, as she does me, and instantaneously we click, as though she never left in the first place. Together we stand, tall and mighty, towering over all the other flowers, that are in awe. It’s incredible being able to see the world together. But as quickly as she has bloomed, she begins to whither all the same. The glorious moment of our prime, is suddenly deep beneath the dirt, where it started out as.
Feral
Although I’m allowed to have an infinite amount of thoughts about you, I sometimes feel like I’m often crossing the line. A constant thought of you resides permanently in my preoccupied adolescence brain. There is not much time in my day where you leave me. The times I do wonder along other topics throughout my brain, I get lost in what I was originally pondering of, and, somehow, all roads lead back to you.
I don’t mind it, really.
