Daintree Belme

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop… I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

He loves q-tips, spins plates, and over thinks things sometimes. He is currently in the process of trying to save the world, while knowing that he can’t. He is also aware this poses a problem.
In the meantime he spits, vomits, cuts, and carves out the pieces of himself he can’t keep carrying silently to himself.

He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else.

I want to change the world with the right words. I want to confess my love to you with the right words. I want to nurture a life with the right words.
I have the right ideas, but my words are too… complicated. I need to simplify them, so that people won’t get lost in the dark when they see and hear them. I want them to shine like beacons of light in a world of overly complicated darkness.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple

We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.