:: Vicious Rumours ::

:: Monday, May 12, 2003 ::

I'm flying. Soaring. Like a bird on an updraft. A summer breeeze tearing through the sky. I can feel the energy searing my veins making me buzz. I want to run, I want to be outside in the air, breathing deep. Screaming crazy.

The mania in my brain burns through me, making me an unreal version of the me I am, crayola driven , outside the lines. A protiture of the hastily drawn person that lives in my brain. Crammed into the knooks and crannies. The silence puncutated with the screams of the voices I know so well.

I need to be wild and out of control. I need to be free and unrestrained. Give in to the urges tearing their way around inside my brain. I could paint you a picture with the words streaming forthe from my mouth at a hundred miles an hour, piling up at my feet. Forming mountains of colors and shapes. I can see them, taste them feel them. I become them. Sift through them, build with them.

I am on fire with the ideas tearing me apart, I will explode with them, and I will crash into the sunlight of myself.



:: Serena Woodward 5/12/2003 11:54:00 AM [+] ::
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