my mind is racing but there is no cohesion to the thoughts

like a lightning round of idiocy and insecurities, bouncing from disparate to desperate and all points between

salivate, retaliate, procrastination against salvation

a fine line from confusion to disillusion with a healthy observation of defenestration

seven happy heartaches, eight offending offers, nine and ten begin again to find a lifetime of purpose

then black

faded, jaded and constantly berated from pauper to king to naught but degraded

aspirin does not work anymore

i am beyond tired, but inspired, all while mired in the muck of misappropriated streams of unattainable angst

i wish you were lying next to me

head on my chest

tell me your secrets, i promise not judge, just love you unconditionally

sink into the mess with me

let’s get dirty baby

best way to cure a headache is to work it out

sweat it out

scream it out

ease my pain, i need release

deliver me