January 9, 2016

Jan 9.

I am no longer a rocky ship at sea; this dark abyss has swallowed me whole.

I need someone irrelevant to the rest of my world. To tell my secrets to, relay my dark thoughts, to be my steel trap. I need someone who I feel threatened will destroy me at any moment, but never will because they will come to protect and love me too much. In the end, I can know you as the best friend who was put into my life by this crazy field of chance. And I need someone crazy in my life to level me out. Normal makes my skin crawl. Normal makes me pull my hair out. Normal makes me realize  that life is an endless jig-saw puzzle that I will never have enough time to solve. Crazy lets me know the reality, the truth, that the pieces will never fit and that I need to live free and happy instead of trying to figure it all out. I need someone crazy. I need someone psychotic.

Silly nilly.

In unrelated news,

I feel like I just lost two weapons, two of my greatest confidants have morphed into one and I can no longer use this mega power.

So I decided to write a poem:

Time

It stands besides me

And whispers loudly

Hurry

Go run and hide

So precious, sweet nothing

Take me everywhere

And then let me go.