They. Them.
Both.
Her. Him.
Both.
All. None.
Both.
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"Would you always?"
Delete?
Yes
"Conniving."
That's what she said I am.
Don't blame her either.
I shouldn't of asked.
One word is never enough to explain exactly what you mean.
At least, for me.
Starting with goodbye.
Ending with hello.
That's how we were.
Wish it was different.
That..
Money didn't matter.
Paint didn't dry up.
People would change.
Silly things.
Shit that doesn't work out in real life.
But you've heard that millions of times.
From millions of people.
I'm sure.
If I stopped oiling robots for a while,
Might work out.
Repairing and keeping maintained are two very different things.
You can maintain anythin
Sarcastic.
Narcissistic.
Masochistic.
Young.
And still learning.
Still pressing the gas.
Steering shaky.
Driving.
It's my race.
My turn.
There's too much to absorb.
I know I'm missing details.
Oil molests my face;
I'm growing too fast.
Slow down.
Brake.
Throw something on.
Has to be dark.
Fit my image.
Make me transparent.
Let everything out-
Through the sound,
Of what I adore.
What I
BEFORE YOU LOOK AT ANYTHING
Please understand,
That when I submit art-
It's very on the go.
So the second I post something,
It's not done.
I write when I feel the fancy.
Which is often.
(You'll notice I don't post much.
This is due to writing on paper,
And not on the computer.
I usually don't transfer things;
From traditional, to digital.)
I have a very..
In the moment outlook on life.
Until something bothers me.
Long story short-
If it's in the FEATURED section of my gallery,
I don't believe in perfect.
Faultless.
Simple.
White.
Perhaps-
Flawlessness exists in childhood.
Before the age of two.
Before the end.
I imagine that time,
To be a happy one.
Without regret.
And little plain pleasures-
Are all that matter.
Happiness found in what we dream
Which,
At the time
Are endless,
And new.
With no deadline.
If the world never got old,
Or-
If we never fell into routine,
We'd give life more we
I don't think she'd understood
What I meant,
When I said
Those three words.
Sometimes..
Neither did I.
I remember being in the hospital a lot.
My brother
Would bring my laptop
I'd try to hide the fact I was in care.
But somehow..
she'd
always
find
ID.
Identify.
Information.
That's all it is really.
A way to label.
I'm not an artist.
Nor a writer.
I'm not reckless.
Nor emotion ridden.
I'm not clumsy.
Nor socially awkward.
Life is like that.
Emo.
Prep.
Geek.
Ignore what people are.
191 cm.
Analytical.
Black.
Blatant.
You get to a point in life,
Where everything just..
sort of
feels like
it
hit
the
gutter.
Don't worry.
Things get better.
Even if you don't think they will
I don't think she ever believed her name to be an endearing one.
And, I doubt she thought, considered, understood...
How I felt about her.
But that's fine.
I kind of want her to walk away.
Freedom in hand.
These words, might, on a later date, impact a life.
Or two.
I can't be sure how many.
It's not important.
I remember the morning it happened.
It was not a quiet affair.
"Jon! There's this girl-"
and it went from there...
First, it was a few steps to keep my sibling safe.
That flew out the window.
The more I discovered,
the more,
I felt,
replaced.
But at
BEFORE YOU LOOK AT ANYTHING
Please understand,
That when I submit art-
It's very on the go.
So the second I post something,
It's not done.
I write when I feel the fancy.
Which is often.
(You'll notice I don't post much.
This is due to writing on paper,
And not on the computer.
I usually don't transfer things;
From traditional, to digital.)
I have a very..
In the moment outlook on life.
Until something bothers me.
Long story short-
If it's in the FEATURED section of my gallery,
I have an official sketchbook.
No, I'm not joking with you.
So..
I might have drawings up here.
MIGHT.
This is a big maybe.
Partly because I'm shy.
And partly because I don't have a very good scanner.
We'll see.
Eye Color: Green and gray. Depending on mood, one more than the other.
Hair Color: Black. Always horridly dark to the point that in the right light, it's nearly blue.
Height: 6'3 or 191cm
Favorite Color: Blue. Gray.
Favorite Band: The Closed. (No, you don't know them.)
Favorite Movie: Trainspotting. Black Sheep. Mirrormask.
Favorite Show: Don't watch the telly.
* . . Have You Ever . . *
Sat on your rooftop? No.
Kissed someone in the rain? No.
Danced in a public place? Yes.
Smiled for no reason? Yes.
Laughed so hard you cried? No.
Peed your pants after age 8? No.
Written a song? Yes. Many.
Sang to someone for no reason? Y