Swings set chains

It is what it is.

I could walk this off, run this off, or smoke this off.

Either way I'll get this off my chest.

I've built a mind that's too quick to take, and a heart that's way too easy to break.

I am a harsh contradiction, my hands are too soft, my words aren't strong enough, my mind is graying out, but I still see color between my fingers, I am just a stone cage, rotting.

I don't know, I've weakened but that is all on me though.

I've tried to find the pictures somewhere on the ceiling, and forgotten every f*****g one of them the next morning.

I've done everything to feel better.

Time helps, I'm better aren't I?

I think so.

I've floated out so far from the shore and swam all the way back again, swallowing more water than I probably should have.

I've made footprints in mud, snow, sleet and sand.

I've not been able to see out of the haze, no matter how many tracks I leave.

I say this today, but tomorrow I could be picking daisy's for words and hand over a bouquet of something more...beautiful?

F**k I dunno.

What I do know is I am covered in paint and I have twenty four fluid ounces of Budwiser in my system.

I have so much to say, but it will have to wait for another time.

Author's Note

Thick with rust and eroded pens, excuse me.

Reviews

[Invoked.Maniac]

"I've done everything to feel better.

Time helps, I'm better aren't I?"

This was my favorite part.

Very nice piece.

[Sami Khalil]

Very interesting...Thank you for sharing...:)......................