Lost Love Lust

Tags: freedom

• gravitas.

  Abracadabra, my dark illusory pendulum.
  Astound my drowning faith with tender misunderstanding.
  Bring light to a shadow forever expanding and undermine my sweet demanding.
  Faltering of time commanding, it’s my soul you’re miserably disbanding.
  Abracadabra, my dark illusory pendulum.
  Your veins flow and are awake, but for thought your time you take.
  The stairs of the mind break, as your freedom [...]

• break free.

  The music seeps into my ears like blood into a syringe, blinking every beat I cant help but sing along.
  While listening to this beautiful song that I grew up to, I am inspired, I have had a bad day, and I feel like frankly, I have had a bad month.
  Money is low, opportunity inexistent, hope is helplessly chocking [...]

• napkin.

  She sits at the bar, irish creme glass #2.
  Her bracelets jingle as her lips touch the sweet alcohol,casually sipping while observing her surroundings.
  Man #1, casually dressed, jeans, t-shirt, hair cut short, two day stubble, probably likes a girl if she is a cheer leader or model, could care less what her mind flutters, and probably just [...]

• see.

  Her every step hits the ground one after the other.
  As if letting go of each unhappy event occured that day, she runs.
  She has found it.
  The one thing that can actually give her peace.
  Alone in silence, she passed each house, wondering what those people might be doing, if they are happy, or sad, or maybe even [...]