frumpysnuffleupigus

Utopia What a damned world it would be if we were to live in my utopia. Dark, damp, scary. You see, a utopia is a perfect world, but my perfect is not so perfect. My perfect is silent, pressing hard against your skin. Cold and unbearable. My perfect is dark, seething with unknown entities just beyond your reach. Breathing on your fingertips. My perfect is chilling, goosebumps crawling up your spine. Making your stomach coil. Wandering, lost in a mad labyrinth is a beautiful utopia. Nobody to be seen, nobody but yourself. Bloody fingers on a shaking hand. Ragged breath coming from tired lungs. A starving body on weak legs. N

 Mind, mind. Please work. Work for me. Create the images I know you're capable of. Create the worlds again that we've endlessy explored until there was nothing yet left to see. Create the people that fill my day with ramblings about everything, whether it made sense or not. My dear mind, please take me away from the duldrome that has become my life. Calm, windless waters as far as the eye can see is not for me. Mind, mind. Please work for me. Bring me to a toxic world, filled with mutations and things I've never seen before. Ominous rows of masked people, filing their way listlessly to their destinations among the smog that fills the air. T

Everything I'm Going to Say Sorry For and More I'm sorry. It's going to be something you hear from me nearly everyday. It'll be one of the first things out of my mouth when we meet. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm flustered and don't know how to act or what to say or what to do. I'm sorry I'm blushing and I'm sorry I'm stuttering, I must be embarrassing you...But just know, I love you. It's because I love you I'm this way. It's because I cannot believe that you're there, standing before me, that I can't bring myself to touch you. To give you that embrace I've always dreamed about because a little part of me is scared that you'll vanish. That this