Black hoodie with purple blocks that trail down the left sleeve, a giant purple M on the back in representation of Mania and the logo of Fall Out Boy in block lettering on the front…
Hood covering this burnette head and keeping these ears warm while this cerebral races…
The chill in the breeze bites the tip of this freckled nose as sips of piping hot coffee warm these porcelain bones and the steam escapes from the Jack Skellington mug…
The moon and stars are slightly peeking out from the plush black skies, inspiring this pen to articulate the unsolvable equation that is currently torturing this beating heart…
The ink embedded on her back, in between her shoulder blades, is glowing a luminous teal and yet feels as though it’s digging into her skin…
She feels the need to write about it, blog about it because in her mind this is a problem needing to be solved. She needs to find the answer, it is the only way her brain can move on…
The brain owned by this young woman is scarred yet brilliant. It is capable of producing intelligent thoughts as well as solving any situation thrown her way (more times than not). However, with a mere 180* flip, this brain has also been known to conjure up a few dark thoughts. All of this adds up to be both a blessing and a curse…
For the last year, this stranger has rented space in her mind and heart. For the last year, this young woman has tried tirelessly to evacuate this stranger from her mind and heart. And just when she feels that she has accomplished her mission, his image is right back where it doesn’t belong…
This is one equation that has baffled this young woman….
“Why me?”…
“Why him?…
“How the hell do I make all of this vanish?”…
Aside from Googling “brain transplant” , she’s at a loss…
Perhaps she is just doomed…
Lonely nights I laid awake, pray to Lord my soul to take, my heart’s become to cold to break .. G-Eazy
