Back To Your Senses

Nonchalant

She gave up..
  On her overactive active behavior, the one that made everyone in the room feel unease,,why, her words were so sharp i bet she once made a demon say "please" (shut up)
She gave up..
   On the gossip she use to do with her bimbos in those tight ripped jeans, mega hype, mini type teens.. the ones who were all fashion and trends,,  erotic intent,, persuasive speech and content,, basically worldly objects in people bodies.
She gave up..
   On the mentality that said "life is all about recognition and popularity,, clever intuition and not inner beauty or personality".. The part in her head that pacified her conscience and do things opposing her moral upbringing,, Oouu the gospel songs that she quit singing,, started rapid random jams and started leading ohns home as if they led her,, Mama assumed this cause she always came driven in a different car. No taxis.
She gave up..
  On the drugs and alcohol though it was difficult,, said she stopped then took it literal,, said she wanted something more meaningful,, an addiction that was somewhat spiritual. She took out that Bible once thought of throwing away n started reading ,, bleeding away her disobedience in obedience of its content.
She gave up..
  On labeling people by their social status, opinion of livelihood and way of living,, Realised that her eye's images were deceiving,, that different was actually intriguing.. She begun putting more effort on her inward self not blood, bones or organs.. Solace she'd seek,, new mates called it unique, former friends even say she got bleak,, her hype went weak real quick.. the energy fell sick, they said.
She gave up..
   Because her past had nothing new to say, her present no option but to stay and her future didn't know her yet.
She was gone for hours, four hours to be exact.. Oh sorry this is the story she warned me to not extract, in fact the experience burned her so it still felt like it burned her soul, cut her through like wood being cut with a..