The Complicated and Psychotic Mind Of An Unentertained Student. instead of focusing on what words were escaping the white haired man's vocal chords, i stared at the chalk board - wondering what was previously written on it's green, clean slate. a clean slate would be lovely. but as unattainable as he is. i entertained the thoughts of my own caffeinated mind. it too was poisoned with chalky dust of past scribbles. what could i have done differently? litmis test, he proclaimed - to show and understand how you form opinions on things. i'd rather have an inkblot done. whatever came to my mind first would be the true answer. it would be better this way, before i could over process, over analyze the question and come up with the best answer i could express - so i could be seen in a better light, instead of the chalky residue of the person i am.
sadism never did me wrong.
exaserbated looks.
impatient feet.
inked scribbles.
why does the silence torture us so?
why are you so fake, pretty one?
is it because of the plastic that burdens you?
or is it because you've been placed on a pedastle
too high
for your liking? can you see the reality from up there?
you'll compensate for emotion, just because you can.
the words you said to me were enough to tear into my heart. the looks of humility for me were that of barbed wire. why do i suffer in your treachery? you say one thing, but do you mean another? i hope you mean another. i'd go where ever you wanted me to if you did.
Listening : Sum 41 - Pieces
