Careless and carefree, fuck this reality. Life, dreams and nightmares, rushing into the black only to fold, constantly costly for readers to flip and scroll through blank pages of a journal never written in, posts with dog tags for the rampant digital disrespect of the transparent delusions that never make it to another's partition, eating away at every weary wary of many wheezing weights too heavy to drop anything and let go.
Nothing but footsteps spat teeth and languished notions brewed over coffee. Craving just the best ignorance, a shortcut to bliss, keep that craze and I'll stay stable, shock my mind awake, well... that'd be a mistake.
Crunched wooden chips breaking even easier, with all in all no matter unminded by the misguided, crashing into the collected climactic spilt ink, by every heart willing to be in context, you were without and not trying to stay in. Clashing with the notion there was never a connection.
Nothing but footsteps spat teeth and bludgeoned tidal waves for the unnoticed. Craving the best ignorance is no short of bliss, keep that craze and I'll stay stable, shock my mind awake, and I might lose the memory of only these last few words.
I was thinking of places to go, only to find I'd already been there. I had a home, maybe an apartment or a basement suite. Doubt my mother had a house. I'm so close to reaching something pivotal for myself and I'll never know what happened to any of them. I'll always be oblivious and gullible. So I'm taking steps up wondering who had laid them down. I'll keep walking till I get to the top. Then a shriek from the pinnacle of a mountain, no one will fall low.