you would be my kryptonite.
you know one of the reasons why fiction is so well received is because it takes us away from the ugliness of the real world just for that moment and casts us into characters where we can believe that there must be something more to anything and everything you can ever experience.
when i chance upon stringed words that touch the heart of me i sometimes wish i'd be able to do that too.
the ability to express oneself so infinitely. somehow i cant seem to do so. they come out in starts and fits, and at times filled with so much complexity that i end up losing myself as well.
but reading those printed words prods me to delve deeper into the things surrounding me.
they make me ache, sometimes cry or laugh until i could just die
allow me to realise things i wouldnt have had it not been for a thrown perspective
flaws. ideals. that similar likeness. certain longings. might've beens.
240 steps of concrete.
1 lush area of green.
the journey of 9
before i touch my familarity again
arssh. words. you put foul thoughts into my head
or am i just feeling my ghosts of now and then?
now i know. now i know.
-i would your superman-
;
supernova
you would be my kryptonite.