Considering everything, she was off to imagine every possible window that could be cleaned, looked through, polished, shined. While washing webs and widows from the window, it was very much a part of her to feel sick. Spiders gave her much anxiety.
This is so difficult and I feel like I am at a point where I'll either break of survive. Which is neither up nor down, I'm in the tide, deep into the ever flowing notion of this way and that. Tossed and turning. Fragments, oh darling won't you consider revising, but then what would be the point?
Mother, father. I love you. I love you. I reach inside myself and there is so much pain for you. Underneath everything that is me, I find you. And I think in this aspect you did very well. And when I leave here, I want you to know that it is you that I blame for this. Accusations but I think it will be better for me in the end, just as it has been up until this point. I'm receptive with my character you see. It isn't very pleasant now, but I will be such a tagedy, such art, oh the very wind will whisk me from my feet...I am thankful that you suffered every addiction, that you deal with who you are, you don't hide, you make your personal demons live with you in hell. I wish I was an angel, to help you all fly away. And I could save you as I often feel I should...but now I think it would be better for the D if we just seperate for a two month commitment. I love you.
Friends. I empty my hands to you and give you everything that I have, it is nothing, and no one cares especially but I love you. I love you. I never want to leave, I just want to live inside a classroom, with the lights out. I want to hover in the corner and watch you laugh at me. I want to lay beside you on a cold and hard floor and watch out lives go by, hear the alarm, the sound of the bell, the very core of your bitter existence. When I look back I miss you the most, and feel better about leaving you. Time must go on. It is relevant to this converstation.
Kitty. Come with me.
The entire world opens up, transitive winds beckon to my desires. Swiflty, back and forth the world turns. And I'm standing here, so small in comparision to the giant world that my feet are on, digging into the dirt and earth, rooting like this tree. And maybe I'll give some shade. And be pretty when the sun lights on my face. So small, turning, turning, swiftly, round and round and cycle after cycle life does go on. I just can't feel it except for this god damn wind. And that's okay, it feels a little cold, it makes my eyes water some. I put a jacket on, and i stand here, or maybe I'll just walk over there where time stands still.