rdargnaere

or. rearranged for those of you who are not of the dyslexia

the disks are slipped. the time has changed. everything around me is rearranged

i feel the same. i know i am. but there is something inside me that has turned around. it’s great. it’s grand. it’s wonderful, indeed. but i just can’t shake this feeling that the hole still gapes. i’m looking for an outlet. something that will help me find. the part of me, inside me. that once was mine

this rhyming is shitty. i fucking hate it all. i hate every last bit. of the natural beats that have formed in the free flowing writing. iambic pentameter my ass. 

or maybe not. maybe that is just it. the rhythem [i just cant figure out how this is spelled…for the life of me] stays the same. but the words will change

so i go forth. to change my words. and keep the heart rate, static and moving. because once it stops. i’m gone from here/ and i don’t plan on stopping anytime soon