what adam wrote for me.
The problem with writing is that I’ve got to come up with a catchy, creative hook to bring you into what I want to say. Right now, I’m telling you that my thoughts flow to a block. A solid main. A cube. I really was not a fan of geometry. Although, if they taught of the intricacies of the heart. I’d be in. You see, my mind scrambles. In turn, my words are rambles. I always come back to this. You, my dear, have a (here’s my problem, I’ve used unique so many times that it’s becoming an oxymoron in itself when seen in my writing) so we don’t use unique. We find the real. Let’s jump into the ocean. Why? I fucking love the ocean. It’s full of mystery. Intrigue. Vast possibilities. Hope for the newcomer. Desire for the explorer. Knowledge for the intellectual. Beauty for the romantic. Oh? You thought I was describing the ocean. Silly me, I was actually describing you. I love love love connections. Interconnected webs of people and places and things. A novel with twists and turns that in conclusion is all wrapped up into a handful of goodness. It’s like a fishing net. Crazy crazy shit when all tangled up. Let’s take our time. Untangle. And fold. I love folding things. I never rip open christmas presents. I always gentle fold back the wrapping paper and refold it. It’s how I like most things in my life. People, places, adventures. We will explore. We will find climax. I enjoy a buildup. Can we create suspense in life through taking our time with very simple activities? Patience. SMACK. We ran into the brick wall. We were walking together. Holding hands. Going slowly. And didn’t see it coming. The hand on the hourglass. The sand has run out. How I find true enjoyment in life cannot be accomplished with a deficiency of time. This is what I have discovered with you, my darling. Tick. Tick. Tick. Boom. So much time for you. So little time for me. I hear that you’ve got your whole life ahead of you, they tell me. I haven’t yet begun to live. Everything I’ve known. Is gone in the blink of an eye. It’s funny how many beautiful people I’ve met in the thousands of days I’ve been alive and how few of chances I’ve received. Ah sob story. A lack of confidence is seen in thoughts. Let’s twist and shout. Twist and shout. A cookie. Yummy. Damn. I hit my wall. I thought I had something good, but it’s actually just bullshit. I thought I was going to be able to find a real way to tell you you’re pretty without saying the simple minded words. But no, I fall into oblivion. A voice inside my head is shouting for inadequacy. I have only wished to show you everything you are in my eyes and I have faltered. It’s not too late. It’s never too late. For now, I retire. My inspiration led me in a different direction and I’ve let myself down, in turn letting you down. I only wish that one night it will hit me. A foul ball to the facemask. A train full speed with no tracks. A snowball to the brain rack. A smile and a space attack. Life in the real smack. Yes ma’am. Time to hit the szzzy sack. Who even calls it that! I wish I had a british accent. Only then would you be attracted to me! Scratch that. No cat in the hat for this patty wat. No really, I want to play that game where you pat your knees and each others hands. I’m letting you know that I have an addiction to cough drops and that I overdose on caffeine to give me revelations. I’m not so brilliant. It’s only the drugs. I’m sane. Not baine. He was one bad ass motha. Catwoman reminds me of you. You’re welcome. Ya know, you’re like water. Indescribable. To most human beings. Imma crack this. Some day, some how, I’m going to get you, but no, not right now. I sing my life away. In my head, usually. But you get the pleasure of reading my thoughts. And often times my thought are words sing by other beautiful voice cords. I’m going to leave you with something to ponder. When I go to sleep. I see reason in falling. I see no reason in getting back up. Give me reason.❤ .
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