today i woke up screaming fuck the world.
a conceited soul + with venom on my tounge = yeah. that's me right now.
i guess i'm busting myself open again.
when i am this bottled up, and silent:
it IS the verge of pure refulgence being birthed.
creepy: how very aware of myself i am becoming these days.
even creepier: how creepy & weird, it turns out: i really am. :)
(note to se/lf: that little smile felt good)
what to do? when the words just won't suffice. sigh.
one thing i am so grateful for in times like this:
the fact that no one can rob me of my dreams.
when i feel empty, drained, hollow, and so alone -
my dreams fill me with hope, passion, blood, and emotion again.
so for now, i'm going to lean. sing. and dream.
this song + intense leaning = concrete evidence of my sizable dreams
© by the gypsies travels