Silentdreamer18

At this very moment, as you read each individual letter of this post, a million little thoughts are speeding around on the roads of my brain. Thoughts that are screaming at me to let them loose; begging and pleading with me not to leave them locked amongst the hell hole inside my thoughts. Their begging has overcome me to the point that I realize i must release them, so I have decided to let some of them go in this post. To start out, my first vicitim: Myself, and suicide. This concept that i have been contemplating about for over a year. At first the begging of this victim amongst my thoughts drove me to complete and utter sanity and made m

At this very moment, as you read each individual letter of this post, a million little thoughts are speeding around on the roads of my brain. Thoughts that are screaming at me to let them loose; begging and pleading with me not to leave them locked amongst the hell hole inside my thoughts. Their begging has overcome me to the point that I realize i must release them, so I have decided to let some of them go in this post. To start out, my first vicitim: Myself, and suicide. This concept that i have been contemplating about for over a year. At first the begging of this victim amongst my thoughts drove me to complete and utter sanity and made m

Ivory with soft pink petals, the wall of grace and beauty. She tells me stories of kind old ladies, young mothers with little babies. Stories of tough men with worn hands and decorated uniforms. Light tan and deep green leaves, this wall loves walking with me, but we never talk, we simply ponder upon things inside our minds. Teal and white, what seems like the blandest, is actually my other favorite. cold and smooth, I walk with this wall the most. We talk for hours, about life, and love. Never seeming to have an end, until I awake to the bright morning light