(Source: discontented-delight)
My stomach seems to perpetually boil with hunger and anxiety. Twisted up into knots of unresolved missteps and overly anticipated failures. Being alone never felt so lonely… but as an isolationist and a generally troubled human being, I must admit to faking it. I’m a fraud sometimes and I vacillate between two exaggerated versions of myself — and now, without a Mom, I’m not certain who knows best. Priorities are skewed while intentions remain sincere, I know, I know, the road to hell is paved — I know. I intend to travel that road, indeed. I intend to meet some Zombies along the way. This entire scene is Zombies — always has been. It doesn’t change, I do. So before we come to a discreet understanding of what this is, permit me one more Moon dance. I’ve been doing this a long time…
My stomach seems to perpetually boil with hunger and anxiety. Twisted up into knots of unresolved missteps and overly anticipated failures. Being alone never felt so lonely… but as an isolationist and a generally troubled human being, I must admit to faking it. I’m a fraud sometimes and I vacillate between two exaggerated versions of myself — and now, without a Mom, I’m not certain who knows best. Priorities are skewed while intentions remain sincere, I know, I know, the road to hell is paved — I know. I intend to travel that road, indeed. I intend to meet some Zombies along the way. This entire scene is Zombies — always has been. It doesn’t change.
