Atlantic

There's a place that I loved and adored
I took it's wings away
Then drowned it back home.

There are too many days
That I have wished too many things
Now I just don't wish
I've dreaded too much before.

Smelling your collar bone
Makes me shine so bright
But I know it's all a dream
I don't wanna turn this lamp off.

Your hand is pretty small
But in my eyes
They can take over the sky.

Equality is insincere
It's too perfect
To believe
And to live within.

You protect
Those unblessed ones
But you fail
When you put the good ones to shame.



Had a strange day today, too many headaches and too many words to think of. I saw people, they saw me, I got annoyed of many for looking at me. Makes no sense but sometimes I like to feel ignored than noticed, it gives me peace of mind. I personally wish people didn't see me, but at the same time I want to be reminded that I'm alive, that I actually exist.
I spoke to too many people, I texted too many people as well.
The bird that's always talking in my mind was also there, but it isn't the same when you're physically attached to imaginarily attached. I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to be in a relationship with myself like I used to. Sometimes I can't help but think that my world isn't too colorful, it isn't, but in my brain everything is colorful and sunny and in reality everything is dark and black.
My hands feel rustic, I sometimes wonder why she likes them, it'll be a mystery I know that for sure.
Aaa.... Children's cries remind me of those unlucky ones that were smacked and rejected during precious times. My parents didn't hit me, but everyone else that I tried to socialize with turned their backs on me. Eating lunch alone was one of my most hated memories, but it was the time i felt the safest in that putrid place.
Ideally, I wish I were liked by kids my age and not just by my teachers.
This is a strange entry so I'm going to stop for a bit and stop thinking about those days.