Harry Potter fan.
Alice in Wonderland syndrome.
Existentialist, if anything.
I left my heart on the corner of Haight and Ashbury.
It makes me mad that I can be so weak
That I seem to think I can still feel when you need me
When have I ever known
I swear I still feel that tug and it must mean-
But it’s never meant a thing
And that makes me furious with myself.
It makes me mad that you will never be there to take your sons on hunting trips anymore. That you will never see your eldest married, or watch those girls grow up. That the disease took your years and made you live with such pain.
It makes me so confused, that I feel so much ugh when I have no right
Because I have so much right in my life
It’s going to hurt you
Livid and teeth clamped together
Wired shut jaw
Half moon cuts up and down my arms
Complete shut off
Tense shoulders ragged rise and fall
There they are
Skies, oceans, wet imperfect worlds
Roll from my eyes
I love Scarborough!!! :D