16.8.12

drunken rants pt. (i've lost count)

death is something to reach for. one day we will all go. you too. the only difference is i'm breaking my clock early. i'm taking control. i don't want bondage by order, a paycheck, 9-5 workloads, or sugar cube buds that form around tired mouths. i don't want to clog my airways anymore with love. a fleeting feeling, a passion that tires and courses through my veins quickly destroying anything i gain. there is no savior in the form of another soul. i feel i can finally be pure with this great release. i can be or not be and here, i am not. but maybe there i will.