Are you afraid of heights, or just afraid of falling?
Are you talking on the phone, or just rambling and calling?
I run and my soul dilates my eyes
They supersede my nature, And I eat them to survive
I use my mouth and my words as a parachute
But still, they do not act as an era, nor do they shoot
They don’t let me glide, nor let me swim
The water isn’t all waste, but the people who disagree
are those who are still grim.
Every whim of his, is waiting to be a burden. Every light of his,
Is dim and blurred in. He said
“A second opinion doesn’t matter, if they are fed the same thing,
and sifted out of the same splatter. The splatter that made
your cherished shapes, is the same one that made your quilt of guilt, and
misshapen scrapes. Imagine living a life off right, and
Never realizing, that your quilt of guilt is still made of your favorite colors
And favorite lights.”
#Heights
sick timber
i did this based on a drawing i made
the other day
