Have you ever cried to a love song?
feeling the sorrow within your core,
something stirring deep inside
not deep, but inside,
it's not a matter of depth, but..
insideness, the centreness of it all.
it's like there's this ball of magic within me.
everything else that covers it isn't me, but the waste product of that magic.
I am just a minute 0.000000001% of what you see of me.
I am but that magic ball.
and it chews past my exterior,
it chews past my past, my present, my future
it chews past my pride, my weaknesses, my strength
my desires, my regrets, my pain..
and it reaches my magic core.
and I crumble as it dies before me.
It's been really long since I last did what I truly desire.
I am full of junk, too full, too much things everywhere
my brain, my tummy, my room, my heart.
I wanna throw them all away.
I don't need 30 hair bands.
I don't even use any of them.
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