♥ {confessional, sweet battle && interrupted thoughts} ♥

& is bruised.

(posted on Saturday, July 11 by eii wyy nae.)

a storm (within this heart of mine.) is coming & i am eating, eating, eating everything in the house like i imagine i can eat away at it as it curls itself around the very edges of the sky. swallow it whole & make it go away. & it's pouring season so you know the thunder will crack louder than any other time of year (electric light-shows followed by rumbling applause.). but everything that comes before is special. it's like a breath held for too long, a pounding headache, all thump, thump, thump.

a pause like no other pause because here i am convinced that time really stops. i mean literally stops, no ticks or tocks, just silence.

the trees & flowers seem to swell & glow green & the sky, the sky is bruised, it looks like the little purple and yellow & green & blue accidents all over my legs, tiny accidents, like falling over. dizzy skies for dizzy girls. & wondrously sleep will try to steal you away with hazy vagueness of thoughts in the humid heat of the afternoon.

i sometimes wonder what would happen if the storm never came. would we wait forever? would we be hypnotized by the bruises & the air that heavily clings to our lungs? walking sleepers with open eyes & vacant expressions.

but if we waited everytime a storm was coming, would we really ever do anything at all?

Signed with love,

charlie wyy.

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