Given Down

Feb 1st 2017

Maybe I like the taste of bitterness in my mouth just like blood pooling on my tastebuds from being socked in the mouth.

Bitterness sort of complies with my personality.

A raspy voice adds to character and fills me to satisfaction for unexplainable reasons.

Doing something I have always been against but everything I have done is something I imagined I would never do.

Holding on to this way of innocent thinking.

That things are supposed to play out a certain way, that my imaginations from 4 years old life are supposed to come into fruition.

Give that idea a rest.

Take the ones left.

Close your eyes.

Given down.