'And the scars won't hide behind pulled-down sleeves,
the burning won't vanish as pain comes in heaves.'
(Inspired by today's prompt: impulse and domestic abuse. *May be triggering*)
Throughout my life I've learned that a lot of things aren't really thought out; that they happen on an impulse. Or, at least, that's how I decided to live my life. A poem I wrote a while ago... Some amazing animal alliteration.
Leaping, running, escaping, all on a whim.
"it's just... Never mind, I just do it." I swear I don't love you, I promise it's true. Empty cloth lined caverns weigh down the belt hugging my waist, clawing at the gods of gold, waiting for weight to fill their weightlessness (Or maybe I should call them gods of paper, diminished in t... Ever think about letting the madness, inside spill over? To just embrace racing thoughts, race and bat at reality like a moth to insect repellent? It’s 2am and you won’t let me sleep, Darin. I do not think this will do well... But as I stated before, I do not care :D