"As my pen moves, my heart flows, and my mind soothes any loose emotion."
Model of Creativity
Beyonce and Kanye playing connect four
This is the FUCKING GREATEST THING i ever seen on tumblr
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Darkened silence from the hushed secrets from within. Feelings of transition with no evidence of movement. I crave for a way to release the emotions bound and chained to me.
Pushed from existance into a hopeless place. Down in a drift and moist from heated thoughts. I fight for the descriptions of the objects that I see in a blur. I look to pleasure to express. Empty erections and lonely after thoughts. Regret and sorrow fulfills the mind.
My voice pushed to the back of my throat with kisses so soft and immensly confusing. I fall from pleasure into a pit of mindless beings and invisible words. I want something to speak to my heart, release my vowels and detailed sentences that depict vivid portraits of life surrounded in light. Ah, I breathe.
The breath soothes my lungs and slows the beats of my heart. I trimble. I catch my thoughts and I search for a new page to convey my eyes’ voyages. I look for a page to express. I search for a way to push the words from the back of my throat to the tip of my tongue. I’ve found myself.
I’ve found myslef lost in expression of my daily, unfulfilled, unsatisfied, life.










