Sunday, October 26, 2008
The adventures of mysticboy - post2
All the things I want to say come out as smothered sounds originating from a numb core, twisted and tangled around itself, stifled in its growth to the light. It seems not long ago, when I could slice the air with a swing of my hand,... but the light is blurred and all my strength is tied down, stretched to the corners of the earth, when Im drowning in honey.
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Mysticboys drowning in honey. His soul is what is twisted and tangled, so he cant seem to speak or ask for help genuinely. Drowning in honey can be anything u want - alcoholism, addictions, etc.
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