Comment on A mermaid stole my bones by grew-up-a-screw-up
If you are to dive beneath the waves of the ocean what would be the differents in white pills only to chock on white salt. The pains we will and suffer from everyday are what make us human and threw it pain and all we must continue the fight even if we must barrow the strength of an ally.
But sometimes defective dolls need to be fixed with happy pills, fighting is so much harder when everything around you is suspended in a static haze and there's no way past the grey fuzz. White walls and white pills they all look the same and even faces don't seem to have any meaning anymore.
Defective....I have seen heart and soul here and in all your work and not once have I seen defection or blight, the fight never gets easier in all truth it does get harder but the comfort in that is that individuals will come to offer support some to stay some to go. Yet when you become lost in fog and haze rely not on sight but the voice of a friend, the strength of and ally.
Defective, a word that is rather painful. I perhaps may have heart and soul but I don't think they are pieced together very well, time and life have marred them slightly and they show on the outside. The inside matches the outside and that way I know the truth. The truth hurts, I guess that's why lies are so often sought after and told, they hurt less. listen to a drunk person that's when the truth comes out
"NO NOT DEFECTIVE" All hearts and souls are disjoined that's one reason we are human, threw out life our hearts will get tarnished and marred but it only takes someone else with a heart to be able to see what is still there if only buried. truths hurt but lies will corrode us from the inside out, and talk to the drunk while there is truth there know its also mostly emotions talking.
Truth is such a funny thing it is sought after yet feared humans are strange like that, we're a bundle of contradictions. There's no pleasing us it's just a giant aching raw nerve constantly twitching and flaring out for something more. Something we can never have, funny huh? we are so caught up in self destruction and we don't even know it.
Truth be it poison or acid we humans will always wont to know it just so we can get mad at it. Contradictions are the way the world goes round some times like the yellow brick road follow follow follow the yellow brick road now that's a contradiction I think. Again self destruction is never good while fun and prity at times its still not good if you need a shoulder or a hand when shit hits the fan just call on me.
A shoulder and a hand sounds good, they help scare the monsters away even if they happen to be lurking behind our pupils and running in our veins. A gentle touch is always welcome, even if we deny ourselves the simple pleasure of a conversation, in the end we are creatures that crave affection and attention. If you ever need someone to talk to I'm here most of the time.
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