I sit with my back up straight in parallel to the cactus. A contest for best posture and if I slouch a hundred tiny pins stab into my back and I help in pain. So my shoulders stay straight and I stay in line. No wrongs commited, everything is fine. My shoulders ache, so does my stoumach. I sit up against the cactus. My eyes are heavy. I hadn't slept in days. Holding yourself against a cactus isn't the most relaxing time. My eyelids pull me down as I'm stuck in this race. The aching is a depressant to my outgoing outlook. My tiredness doing something I would've never imagined and now the one thing left, my determination, is being torn away by my needs. I don't want to have nothing.
Instead of falling back and taking the needles, the cactus has been pricking one thing after another from my heart. But I don't want to lose. I can't relax. I'm not alowed to relax, if your relaxed then your not doing anything good. Just stay upright. It can take another piece of me aslong as I'm upright. I still have my determination.
My eyelids begin to push me back. they slowly close shut and push my back into the needles. The piercing pain fills my back and an exhale escapes my mouth. Slowly they all puncture my skin. Relax. I sit with my back impaled and my mind cleared. An empty personality. All was lost to the cactus. A deadbeat kid. Just another deadbeat, useless kid. Relaxing. I sit still, unfold my crossed legs and let myself breathe. It's odd. The one time I can finally breathe without worrying about being too loud is when i have a punctured lung. Just sit back. Sit back and relax.
Please
Relax for once.
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De TodoI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
