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Over senstive
The intense silence is almost too much to bare.
The only sounds are the electric curents humming from within theses plaster walls. We've come to find ourselves residing in
and the faint notion of vibrations from our frantic fingers as they race across the illuminated keys of the devices in front our faces keeping us ocuqpied more offen then it seems one another does .
Our lungs inflate and deflate in unrhythmic inhales and exhales as i try and find my inner poet who naturally has once again disappeared into some dark cavern in my never ending mind of madness.
Filled with one too many reactive sentivitey switches that flicks to conclusions with the slight change in expression or tone sending thousands of tiny nerves into panic as if to convincce me ive fucked up again... By simpley wanting to help yet seeming to fall short de to lack of my own dynamics
And .
Reasurance after reassurance but still unable to change this mangled little pile of intellect.
Or more so lack of it since
Repetive blows from fist in the shapes of tongues branded perment damage to those little almost non-existent cereblums called self worth and esteem. But hit pause on the self pitty talk. And.
fast forward a few sleepless hours. Now the rooms packed wall to wall the male testrone is amped five to one ...me
Music blaring insults wise cracks and slang over ride the base . ive gone from lack of sensery to over senstive and sespetible to the emotions of each one of these misfit crew. Ive grown to feel at home with. They all have a diffremt unique history all of which have their heart reched heavy bagage much like mine they continue to carry today .
But still we all sit here in this single four walled make shift house talking about football. Teams and their dumb psychedelic dreams and beliefs.
All in light hearted beats but once again my mind of madness.
Filled with one too many reactive sentivitey switches that flicks to conclusions with the slight change in expression or tone starts sending thousands of tiny nerves into panic as if to convincce me ive fucked up again...
The only sounds are the electric curents humming from within theses plaster walls. We've come to find ourselves residing in
and the faint notion of vibrations from our frantic fingers as they race across the illuminated keys of the devices in front our faces keeping us ocuqpied more offen then it seems one another does .
Our lungs inflate and deflate in unrhythmic inhales and exhales as i try and find my inner poet who naturally has once again disappeared into some dark cavern in my never ending mind of madness.
Filled with one too many reactive sentivitey switches that flicks to conclusions with the slight change in expression or tone sending thousands of tiny nerves into panic as if to convincce me ive fucked up again... By simpley wanting to help yet seeming to fall short de to lack of my own dynamics
And .
Reasurance after reassurance but still unable to change this mangled little pile of intellect.
Or more so lack of it since
Repetive blows from fist in the shapes of tongues branded perment damage to those little almost non-existent cereblums called self worth and esteem. But hit pause on the self pitty talk. And.
fast forward a few sleepless hours. Now the rooms packed wall to wall the male testrone is amped five to one ...me
Music blaring insults wise cracks and slang over ride the base . ive gone from lack of sensery to over senstive and sespetible to the emotions of each one of these misfit crew. Ive grown to feel at home with. They all have a diffremt unique history all of which have their heart reched heavy bagage much like mine they continue to carry today .
But still we all sit here in this single four walled make shift house talking about football. Teams and their dumb psychedelic dreams and beliefs.
All in light hearted beats but once again my mind of madness.
Filled with one too many reactive sentivitey switches that flicks to conclusions with the slight change in expression or tone starts sending thousands of tiny nerves into panic as if to convincce me ive fucked up again...
Published 27th Nov 2017
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19th Jan 2019 7:14pm
Wow!
" The intense silence is almost too much to bare.
The only sounds are the electric curents humming from within theses plaster walls. We've come to find ourselves residing in " <<<<----- I never thought this is a by-product of being overly sensitive but You start off with an excellent point! I can hear the hum of electronics almost 24/7 (hate it here when it's super cold or super hot 'cause it means the neighbors are running their appliances non-stop)
Enjoyed the spill -- though for me, I read many layers of meaning
" The intense silence is almost too much to bare.
The only sounds are the electric curents humming from within theses plaster walls. We've come to find ourselves residing in " <<<<----- I never thought this is a by-product of being overly sensitive but You start off with an excellent point! I can hear the hum of electronics almost 24/7 (hate it here when it's super cold or super hot 'cause it means the neighbors are running their appliances non-stop)
Enjoyed the spill -- though for me, I read many layers of meaning
7th Apr 2019 8:43pm
