Stepping out in.

I am stepping out towards something more than just myself.

There is a flux of that something absorbing into the framework that holds these bones.

It's hard to hold up.

~Thought

Normal People.

Normal people would throw up when there stomach twists out.

I... let it sit there.

It's the price you pay when you don't want to taste your own acid.

This time I definitely feel it.

~Thought

Here. Again.

Here. Again.

This time, the space inbetween my lungs don't leak...

It pours.

It pours clear and glistens alabaster.

Towards you.

For you.

No need for mending.

Just the need for you to see the wisps of me.

~Poem

Remember that girl? Remember that guy?

Remember those people who did not know you at all, but still came up to you in hopes to cheer you up when you were clearly intoxicated with despondency? I remember them. Why I never stayed in touch is lost on me.

~Thought

This is just for a start.

Purpose: To air out stuck thoughts...

...into more obscure thoughts.