Ghost-like Carrier

Slipping in and out of conciousness all the while being awake at the same time                                                                             just running out of space, perametre is smaller than the waiting line

Abruptly woken up by an alarm, watching the surface crack                                                                                                           snapping of the mouth, walking through the marsh

Our souls are just ghosts carrying around a lifeless corpse

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Situated Corpses.

I finally jumped onto the Twenty One Pilots band wagon and am writing this post while listening to:

Car Radio – Twenty One Pilots

“I run off before I even push them away. I try so hard to solidify myself to situations.. to my own state of being but im a ghost carrying around it’s own corpse. ”

I feel as though everything seems to be a matter of ” trying ” mostly because I over think and under think.

I think too much, but I also hardly think before I speak because my mind is constantly racing, tracing the constant circles that I ahve created cycles within.

My head keeps falling while my body stands tall and weak waiting for the exact moment that my mind will match it’s lively hood.

Crawling, sprawling out amongst the fields of my sprouting memories, dampening Nostalgia.

Instability has become Stable to me.

Song that I am listening to while writing this post.

10,000 Emeral Pools – BORNS

” Instability has become stability to me. ”

I’m so used to my moods going from 0, being numb to 100, being almost high on life within a few seconds.

I create chaos when there is no chaos to be seen, or it’s difficult to come across because when my mind is consistantly stable, I feel the need to split all of the good parts of my brain into tiny miniscular pieces and I try to glue them back together with feelings that don’t match up.

Like a vase that has been dropped a thousand times and repaired 6 times.