brain_weather x there's a cyclone in my head. circular thoughts spiraling down until they crash and their fragments ricochet and embed themselves in my skull. 031120 ... x hopefully it will tear through me until it reaches my stomach, which could use a good gouging. 031120 ... marked . 031120 ... x this isn't worth marking 031120 ... Little Lost Riding Hood Vortex of silent thoughts crashing through my cerebral cortex - such storms can cry so well, weep so quick... I drown inside your black tears, my grasping hands slipping into the silence. The weeds of your inconsistency dragging me down, forcing the bitter smiles and heartless sobs that wrack my very being. I deplore you to have mercy, to penetrate my conscience like the spectre that haunts my waking hours. Descend my ivory tower and lower yourself into the cesspool of your morality...breathe the squalid fumes of your doubting rage. So omnipotent you think you are, so un-touchable in your accursed castle, I snigger through my bleeding mouth, your fist aside my face. As petals fall from this injured flower, the vapours of your bitter reproach contaminate my angels... Escape is no option, victory seems so enchanting, desultory... I close my eyes. I smile. I am free. 031120 ... . . 031120 ... . . 031120 ... marked I liked the opening blathe. 031125 ... xedla the sunshine tries to make a break and can just not win 140608 ... flowerock "But the heart has it's seasons, it's evening's and songs of it's own." 140609 ... unhinged all i can do is think, guess, assume. my mind plays all kinds of tricks to fill the silence. i want to let_it_all_go but part of me persists pretending that isnt the case isnt helping anyone 140610 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Mine is favourable for writing, but specifically writing at the library, and the outside weather isn't helping - those torrential rains of tropical Montreal. 140611 what's it to you? who go blather from