polarities

i still can't... with all great attempts to pinpoint the stem of the horrors. i know it's just a buildup, bad chemicals. with the music in my palms, wrapped around my eyes. but, the answer has to be gym. it consumes the violence and leaves me in a calm. this week... this is the fucking week. no matter how long you fall for, you can always recover. just one loss in digital, just one night.

if you didn't wear your emotions, did you ever leave a mark, were you ever even there? i'm always trapped in malice, crowned in bravery.

and i was always thinking... i shall try later.