Tangled up, suffocated
Anger, driving hate from the deepest
Hunting for a hold
for me to sin,
its the devils wages
The feeling of breaking something, is it fleeing?
Wanna run away?
Wanna escape?
The minds think they found some trauma.
Are they heroes?
Boy, aren't they wrong.
Disgust flowing like wind rivers
take it away
take it all away
will you
reach out
grabbing my heart out of its vines.
holding my soul in your hands
what was written wasn't just words in published lines.
Assuming voices think they know
push it all away
all away
chill
He cares
he knows
he loves
he never lets go.
I laid out my jeans and t-shirt, brushed my short, but wavy, dark, permed hair, straightened my tie in my vest just barely good enough, and walked downstairs to meet my dad.
When I got home I changed in a hustle and rode my bike to KC's house. My favorite thing about her house, besides her, is her cat. He is very fat. His name is Berry.
KC's mom is a swim instructor, I changed into my swim trunks and swim shirt just before meeting Mel and Nate at the door. Mel gave me a look. She knows how I feel about not having shirt on.
After lessons I got back home, took a few ditch-able selfies and took a nap.