thoughts from 051025'

it came to me in a dream.

this morning i woke up with an aching truth and a blurry vision of it. i'd like to remember as much as i feel that i spiral-- about things i have a warped perception of.

some peoples voices are harsh and heavy with lies--

while others speak the truth with anxieties. 

when my hands are open i do so delicately, with fear, with hidden urgency.

but when you're in need of mine, they are used for a bashing.

a misunderstood girl will continue to get swept past-- much like these dusty hallways, inclined only by what seems like a determination to falsely perceive. these things that happened-- these people that read them-- have to understand. 

and here i am--

an ugly man with a fun plan.