whistle

there they are, dancing around my unsuspecting vision, seeking refuge on my fears.

today, millionaire me told me he can't wait no more. i told him there is someone we love. who is asking for a chance and somehow, should deserve a little patience from us. a chance for himself.

so i give in. and from here, we wait.

quarters

i caught it.

for years i have been an emo kid until later when i became as carefree as a stunt driver without the actual stunts. my friends had it some time ago and some time right now too but i never knew it hits you in the face so suddenly. you just realize that you're thinking about everything and anything that will happen or that is happening or has happened and you begin to tally your life with so many numbers that you almost feel like you're just an irrelevant turd among people.

i choose not to tell people. i just want things to be as they are as is with everyone who catches it. you wonder how they do it. but then again, you're still alive.

those dark materials

i've silently faded myself into the warden of doom. i look at the reflection i create in the puddle i spilled and i don't think its anywhere near my lunacy. i'm sane, which is so humiliating. i love running around naked but why cant do it anymore?

i refer to my inner momentum to garner my eagerness to watch myself crumble into a world too certain which is very unfortunate since the last time i checked. i miss my old stagger. the gait that proclaimed nuisance and revealed nothing but my flesh. nothing that speaks of my gut nor my spleen.

my wrist is ready to be wounded and so is my shin.