i just want to stay in and listen to music
fingertips powerful enough to tear through my ribcage
nails press against heart
wordlessly beckon you to do what you will
time and breathing stop
no room for fear now
to have and to hold
the only terrible things i want to do to you are the ones that make you scream words that you don’t mean.
the music stops
I have missed the noise.
The beautiful noise.
All of the layers.
All of the chaos.
Crafted.
Created.
Crashing.
It bristles at the ignorant.
Pushing away the simple.
Begging to be pealed apart.
To be understood.
To be embraced.
Let it wash over you.
Get lost.
Drown.
Wake up and feel the cold of silence.
Come back to the noise.
my stress level wouldn’t even be measurable right now
the peace you bring me by just being there is amazing and it’s why i notice each second when you aren’t within arms reach
not that i need it, but it’s the nicest thing in the world to have close
is that no matter how old you are, explaining it to your parents before you have it all figured out, is always a big pain in the ass
‘my’ anything is hard enough
People who are nonconfrontational cause more chaos with their inaction than they can control. And when they lose control, the destruction from the pent-up energy does more damage than all of their drama queen friends combined.
Say it now before it explodes.
