Chapter 6.
It takes a few words to be heard, to make you question things.
For me, words don't come in one ear and out the other ear.
It stays trapped, but blends around in my head like a smoothie maker.
So I wonder if I should, she said something as if there's no hope, it makes me wonder if she thinks I would. I'm a huge gamer but this isn't a game, just tell me you don't care, tell me there's no hope so I know that I could.
The issue is that words can stun me, it makes me wonder if there's anything to fix under the hood. I downloaded an app last night, didn't sign up yet because I knew this wasn't good. My quality isn't marble because of you lately, I feel like damaged and chipped wood.
Should I? Most definitely, since there's this person that makes me feel like there's nothing to save especially after telling me there could be a chance in another time in my future.
Would I? No, not yet, I don't know! I don't want anyone anymore.
It's my soul, it'll never be yours anymore. I'm done because I've felt feelings down to the core. I wish you the world and more. If you're in me, I think it's time to get out, because my brain won't be your place of decor. 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now I'm cursed so something or someone including her should save me before I end up resting on my wooden floor.
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His Left Temporal Lobe Leaked
PoetryI'm Luis. This is my freestyle project, call it anything you want. I am preparing myself for a potential surgery in my right temporal lobe. Appointments, decisions, and testing... It all begins on June 7th, 2018. I thought I'd keep writing this new...
