naturalbornkiller198

i. words can't do everything. there are certain things they simply cannot describe, should not describe, and i am one of them - do not call me eloquent because it is not meant to imagine the half-hearted, the poison-tongued. i am both; i am neither. i am a contradicting idea without a sense of sense and it is destructive. some say that destruction can be beautiful, but not in the in-between stages of destroying and distraught, of forgetting and forgotten. i terminate the words that tend to die on tongues, tip-of-thought processes that seem to go nowhere. i am a thought on canvas, written in water and spattered across the board - we al