I can’t stand being normal,
I can’t stand it when things are okay,
I want an emotion to its very full,
And feel protected in that emotional excess,
Like a heavy blanket protecting me from the cold I can’t and don’t want to feel,
Because no one but me understands that,
I’m only okay when I’m running away,
From something I can’t see, but I feel is dangerous. And that,
I’m only fine when I’m looking for a higher purpose, something incredibly radical,
I’m splendid in the summertime, when I’ve satisfied my desires.
✾themeekarestillhere✾
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