You’re going to just have to deal with it. Posting so much awesome LOST shit today, because I rarely use this thing.
It’s not that it’s something I can’t help, it’s something that can’t help itself. Redundancy has a way of bringing me back. It’s almost like deja vu the way I miss you, It’s hard to act interrested when I know it’ll come again soon. I’m not really as frail as i pretend to be, it’s just a quality that I encourage you to envy. Even though it seems like we exist through symmetry, I think it’s more than that, like gravity; electricity. You and me, we scream of a movie, two destined souls, bound to each, though never found a proper place to meet. There are so many scenes that have not been seen, like the part where our lips agree to meet. Things like that are better un-scripted, though often times get scrapped or forgotten. You and me, we were destiny. We were everything we had ever dreamed. We were poetry.
I’ve been tired, out of shape, over stressed. With a lump in my throat that can’t cease to exist. I’ve shared a bed with a baroness, so when you live in the gallows it’s hard not to hang your head. To be poise, I cannot comprehend, I’m eager to taste the rough sea’s salt again. I have a troubled mind and a tough time keeping it in, so I’m letting this worrisome voyage begin.