ethereality

how to experience catharsis before turning twenty one We were worshipping pills on the pedestals of the Gods. We drank from the same grails we puked blood in. I’m still imperfect, still running in circles away from my pride. But it’s so beautiful like angels falling from the sky. And I’m used to the pain, numb to the news. She told me she believed in everything except her existence. And I agreed because I felt the same. And I’m still running from what? the feeling of being overlooked? the feeling of being misunderstood? the feeling of trying so damn hard and yet nothing makes sense. The world’s a rollercoaster and I’m still trapped in the highs and lows. Manic episodes, we’ve been through twenty seasons. Give me twenty reasons to not write the main protagonist off the show, in a explosion but it’s a metaphor for when he blows his my best friend used to run through a field of flowers, surrounded by angels, and yet the devils were always close, the smell of rose tinted reality, as we toasted, gin juice as if it was champagne, down on our knees on marble floors, the fantasia of the ethereal suicide doors ang pusong nilagay sa loob ng kristal na kulungan ay hindi makakahanap ng paraan makalabas. yan ang sinabi sakin ng aking kapatid, bago siya lumipad sa langit