"That's why I scream a whisper... "
My words are running in circles inside my head as I lay in my bed 1 o'clock in the afternoon. The rain just stop, but my desire for it to continue is not. Some of my words rhyme, while another do not.
Procrastinating-to put in other words. Being lazy. And hell I am. But thoughts flew and fall and come back and down in me as I let myself be exposed to the raging temperature of this afternoon.
But laying just around the corner gives you the neagtive thoughts you avoid. Like thinking of someone who just broke your damn heart and there is nothing I can do but to let it take over my mind in which I hate, the excruciating feeling. Wishing numbness might take over, and let goes by. Like a wind.
YOU ARE READING
Tumbling Words
RandomI start a story or two. You read and spread to who. They critic and comment tho. And that's it, a cycle of reading come out to.
