I hold out my hand…

I wonder if you are strong enough to join me on this ride?
I didn’t want to swing on my own. But you’re not capable of play, of doing the honourable thing.
I’ve taken my hand back, it’s rising and the SLAP will ring in and through your ears and I haven’t even touched you.

My hands twitching, await at my sides, clawing at the air like they need to draw breath to survive, in twos or 20s, very shallow, a few are deeper…*breatheseaz_ier*

At the confessional, the priest hears how the attitude finally decided to grow up. To swiftly and decisively act, no body will mock her again, I’ve wished to have this for awhile *smiles*

*Waves g’bye*

It won’t be too bad, I can still occasionally dribble out a few lines every so often, tis just that being amongst others, is something I’d rather avoid as often as I can now. My freedom, my sanity depends on it; I am growin up now. efficiency = [key]


~ by tashpoeme on March 20, 2009.

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