The lingering tast of the world

It is not everyday that you meet the girl of your dreams and it is not everyday you are most curse when you acknowledge that she is the girl of your dream and then realize that you lost her without ever really having her.


Lingering after thoughts, flushing emotions, draining echoes, chiming memories, burning self loathing, and then the rainbow appears. It is another day in the life of the chosen one, or the tortured one.

Awkward is such an awkward word, it does not roll off your tongue or allow you to use it in an aliteration. But just as it feels as you enunciate it, you would rather not be there in that awkward moment. It happened just as I planned and the response that I was waiting occurred. There wasnt a cherub in the whole of the universe that could have changed that moment, because the universe is my enemy and there isnt one thing in the world or the universe that has ever gone the way that I wish it hadnt. This reminds me of that poem that I once wrote


If i knew yesterday the person that I am today, would the person of yesterday still be the person of today or would the person of yesterday not gone through to be the person that I am today. Or would I be the person that I should not be. Only the person of tommorrow will know who I am today because the person of today does not say anything except to the person of tommorrow.

Something Like that.

The smile is now burned and all that is left is the memory. The burning memory, of the issue of the time of the place of the moment of the person who.

Did I poison the well, or did I poison myself, neither I saved the well. I can save everyone in the world but I can never save myself.

The normality of the moment of recovering instance is the time when the fear of the heavens acknowledgement that you ask for the latter.


I feel so much better. It will be a long 7 weeks.