I hadn't written in a decade... regressed.
Looking to make you feel something. I feel big, presumably because i'm Mildly Spicy HFA
Can also find me: PopSkadins @ YT
My first left me undeserving, how could I decide when I was better? My life has become very exciting and I'm doing lots of interesting things. There are terrific women I'm meeting, yet part of me can't help feeling the love part of my life is over. Do you know how to mend a broken heart? These Band-Aids aren't holding up and the super glue tears apart. They say time heals all wounds. I guess that depends on how fast the clock ticks. One minute too slow "Tick tick.......... Tick".
The Great Debate of Grade 9
Up until grade 9 started, it had just been my parents I figured weren’t understanding me. Now I was starting to realize that even kids my own age also weren’t. Often times, something made perfect sense coursing through my head, so I was always at a loss for why we were on different pages. It was losing its context when coming out from the cortex and through the speaker box. My brain was going to fast for me to convey everything. I’d see the words forming a sentence, floating around in my brain-scape. I’d try to grasp them, but I’d only be able to get a few before the next sentence came.
I’d count up the days. It had been some time now and although the memories had lingered, I couldn’t remember the specific day she was taken away. The pamphlet said the promised land would be something to behold. We arrived hand in hand, onlooking the glorious nature of our new landscape. Except I lost her hand as we were separated at the gates. I stood strong, demanding answers, but the shadows in Kevlar had nothing to say to me. They just poked deeply into my kidney, moving me back in line.