mentally damaged

i imagine hurt would come in the form of pain. where your chest feels horribly tight and you cant breathe. where burns start to eat into flesh or when blood starts to seep.

it's like that time when i fell playing catching in primary school. it was bleeding so much and then when i look back, where's the pain now? it's all in the head. i fear pain much.

i think i'm mentally damaged. here's where i think bryan's poem is so great.

Runaway

Close the curtains
Release the birds
Under the moon
and into the stars
With a horse
we shall runaway
off into the woods
where we will stay
you are the master
and I'll willingly be your slave
We will make love
until the dawn breaks

Hush little boy
don't say a word
Before someone hears us
We may not be alone

There may be others
quite similar to us
Be quiet
Let's sleep through the night
You'll hug me
I'll hold onto you tight
I'm in bliss
Very much satisfied

We are here now
we are one
together
we will brace the future
soon to come
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to know and to console
to imagine and to assume
to relate and to understand
all part of human communication
what makes you stronger might make another miserable.

a blond haired and blue eyed boy. looking for naruto.

chance

take your chances and take your risks
hold your hopes and watch me bleed.

what a big big word.
chance, change, hope, love.
fate, life, (plan, hurt).

naruto, you're my candy stripper on the run.

your ninja way

i imagine a scene where everyone wears a plastic mask to school, to work, at home. no one is allowed to raise their tones or allowed to take it off. no one is allowed to eat together. no one is to know your true identity. is that how a ninja works.

an old postman looks through his stack of mail and cycles past an old asylum. he reads the postcard that was sent and decides to deliver it personally to the person. they decide to go on a holiday. stealing cookies from the jar, paper bags head and just plain old dumbness.

seeing is believing

as i was watching my brother play ff ix, disc iii, ipsen's castle, the visual caused a slight fear even though the audio was of a happy tune; which had also caused it to be slightly scarier. it was like running through similar scenes, similiar places you seem to recall you have ran past before but not sure when and the cycle repeats over and over again. just the similiar places, similar patterns, running past stained glass windows, floor upon floor. same for that theory, that theory tested on humans questioning their belief on seeing is believing. that one you know, where everyone's in a theatre or something, and they were to stare at the same dot on a scrren for a period and if it moved. once someone claimed it moved, another starts to back up then others start to question if it really moved. oh whatever.

legally blonde

i believe it's the bullshit i hear, the bullshit i see, the bullshit i speak, the bullshit i feel that has made me so pent up. it's almost like breathing in bullshit. hmm, great! i've covered all 5 senses. there's absolutely no need for common sense. all you needed was a comedy on channel 5 to cheer you up.

hello play-thing,
when will you be with me? i'm almost dead and quite pent up from grovelling on dirt, i just need you to lie with me in bed and sleep. i dont want to feel so debted and i'm glad you're unable to feel, to acknowledge and recognize emotions. the concept of a chobit is ingenious, i want my chobit now.