Wet Sands

My theory isn't perfect, but its close

I don't think you form in the wet sand. Well, I do.

I always jump when the big black fish eats me.

I always sing when the new day greets me.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl

I need to not abuse such things that will ruin me forever. Does your mind ever recover from such hurtful rushes and experiences or am I to be lost forever?

Crimson,
and Clover
Over And Over.

I wonder if I'll ever have the balls to start up something bigger than myself again. To see a human in the light of love. I find it hard to beleive that shit exists anyways. It never lasts, doesn't seem like its something that CAN last, and it has yet to prove itself to me. Has yet to prove its worth.

I want to feel a connection with someone though. Something intimate. Something crazy and unexpected. I want to prove to myself that its not me vs the world. It could be me AND you vs the world. I need a partner.

But I've been scarred on the inside too bad to let myself fall for that again. It will never work, and I can't stand trying over and over again. Its too much.

Later