Thursday, May 23, 2013
Dancing With Insanity
dancing on the verge of insanity I abandon ideas seeping in, seedlings, needling at my peace. I have to stay on my toes, though I feel like I'm stumbling, abruptly struggling to see clearly. I fear the dark, and I'm afraid of making nothing of the little bit of something I've been given. I don't mess with ghosts, though I've got some skeletons in my closet, deep secrets which I attack with a pad and a pen. untamed thoughts break free from their sentence confined to my mind, an unending stream of conscience, and my conscience is full of illogical nonsense. and as I progress in my maniacal professions and unethical questions, I sense a hesitant confession, my obsession with beautiful things, flowers and white mountains. I'm astounded by mother nature's sexy ways, and her sometimes bitchy behavior. living life mixed with a little bit of danger, what can I say, I'm a heathen with a philosophical nature.