Bleed It Out

Friday, August 22nd, 2008


Let is snow let it pour, out of my nose onto the floor that grounds the just and lays distant to the rest. Instead I spin profoundly upon the gravitational force that yields my existing habit of destruction. “It feels so good”, how could it not? The burning sensation corrodes inside the pathway, doesn’t spark interest until an hour later when it can no longer be done. Yet still I crave for that intimate moment within myself where thoughts are forgotten and only feelings of immense satisfaction swim around my rotting eight-pound muscle. Who needs it?
Next day occurs the usual drainage of different dimensions of colored fluids leaking through my breathing glands. “Can’t do that for another couple of days”, I say to myself as I wonder what other concoctions I can come up with to bring joy to the current boredom state of deprived serotonin and inconclusive alternatives for mood modifiers. Some call it the easy way out, it is always harder to do what’s right, but “it feels so good”. I remain in the affected state and reminisce on the past weeks escapades up and down mount evergreen. See you later Colorado, until then I remain sunny in Florida.