.. are way to close together it seems to me.
which may say more about my sense of humour
than it does about humanity. *(I'll still blame it
on humanity however.)
often when Art-ing and being creative
my mind feels stretched, like a twizzler.
but my mind also feels delicious, like its' full of beautiful things.
When you haven't been depressed for a while
it can start seeming surreal, like why would someone with a good life like you
ever feel that way.
When it comes back, the illusion backfires, you can maybe remember feeling
good, but it feels like forever ago, a distant memory.
pretty girl beside me, I think I caught you looking at me while
i was casting casual glances at you.
I wonder if either of us would work up the appetite
to talk to each other. *Cynical me says probably not
Optimistic me is still in there, hoping.
it's jazzy to have words
again
pop up and do what they are supposed too
express,
bedazzle, pop! relate,
be broken, in
interesting
ways.
I remember when on the meds my brain was broken
and words became dim, like mini *self powered lightbulbs
caught
in a spiders web.
the urge to spin a yarn
is overwhelming;
but where would the cow come over the moon; except in our stories.
I'll sing you a story tonight.
League
of legends
is
ridiculously appealing
with
the number of combinations
synergies,
and subtle number
crunching
brought to bear.
I
wish I wasn't so bad at it,
says
almost everyone ever. (Or
maybe
that's just me
says a secret
dark
part of my heart sadly).
Praying
for girls
is
way harder and less satisfying
than
looking at girls.
The
part of me that likes
looking
at myself in the mythical imaginary mirror.
prefers
when the praying for girls wins.
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