Vastellan

So I've tried turning my heart into cold steel, I've tried freezing everything I feel, I've even tried turning me into stone. And maybe I've unloved you. But goddamn my inability to un-care about you. I'd rather forget and not slow down, than gather regret for the things I can't change now. If I become what I cannot accept resurrect the saint within the wretch :3 Pour over me and wash my hands of it.

(My head is full of half songs and undeveloped ideas. I want to hold you, and like those struck by the stars that came before us, to your ear whisper my inner workings. But I know it is to waste, for I can see your reaction before it takes place. A half smile followed closely by withdrawal. That's alright, I can keep a secret tucked away yet content. Pull my heart down from my sleeve and allow it a moment's rest.) Only so best ice cream flavors are, in order: - Tiger Tiger - Mint - Hazelnut. It's the triad of SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD. I am ridiculously excited for tomorrow. Like, ho balls. But sadly now if 180 jackknifes time. Yu

(You want love but you fear it Your attention's been shifted You summed up the feeling With a simple dismissing What you gonna do? Deceiving, It ain't you, believe it, 'Cause our love ain't easy It changes with seasons.) When is it okay to feel? Through metaphysical eyes of consciousness, we perceive with our mechanical hearts, what isn't real? So let the windmill turn and grind our gears as we try to fight the current for fields and impulses are the only cure to separate your body and mind. With a facist hand I will smother the embers that smolder and threathen to burst into the self perpetuating fires. lolol, I wrote thi