Parasite.

9.15.12
[8:16 pm pacific standard time]

PARASITE.

There was the vague concept of thought, of course, and how much of my time it took up. Living in my mind like  parasite . It continues to chew away at the outer layer of brain. Another piece of myself digested into the lowest form of filth, which of course lies in the hallows of my head. Wasting precious thoughts on unreachable souls. My essence will never hibernate in the mind I crave. The thoughts chew through the first layer as I sit there motionless, oblivious to my surroundings. Just me vs my thoughts. like a parasite living rent free in my cage. I want to infect someone, to become a piece of them. Float through their veins, filling their body, past the pumping heart, I'll latch. Just for a glimpse. I'll float on near retina and enjoy your view, but again I'll float on. My destination is the highest. Ride the veracious veins to the brain. Nestled right below the skull; I settle. Grow my roots, but I'm no parasite. I only wish you thought of me as I did you.


-G.T 

Devour my brain not my flesh.

It's the ideals they all harbor that makes me uneasy. Their fascination with routine and families makes my head spin. Running was the plan. Escape a million miles away without the slightest glance over my shoulder. Pack up my memories in my notebook and leave the pages fresh for a rainy day. It's all the same here. Same clothes same slang same interests yet no one understands?
"because your different" I read the lies below his name
Because I'm capable of thinking for myself?
Saddening.
You claim you crave a woman with a brain in land full of zombies.
As you devour her flesh she whispers
But what about my brain?


-gt

Silence.

2.20.12 7:45pm Eastern Time.

Silence.

Complex and deafening to the shrill sound of a baby's scream awakening careless souls 

It's a caring voice in unavailing darkness but you don't have it right.

It doesn't shine nor hear guilty apologies 

blind to ignorance it embraces and recognizes bliss.

It is not to be disregarded 

it's dancing to a song you don't know the words to. 

It's a bustling city with a beautiful accent 

accepting patience with open arms til it fills your being flooding you with wisdom 

it's the hoot of owl amist the open trees 

it's the echo of church bells through tainted ears 

selfless and courageous it quietly rages,
blaring like an alarm to the narrow minded.

It's welcoming the uninvited and tempting those who have no clue.
It's screaming at the top of your lungs
and not being able to hear your own voice.
It lives on memories and thrives on experiences.
It's the splash of a puddle,
 your favorite song,

it's loneliness at it lowest but self understanding at its peak
deaf to worlds ignorance
a soundless purity.



-G.T

No name.

They were constantly asking what I wanted.
What it was they were doing wrong,
I didn't feel what I wanted should have to be explained, 
furthermore I didn't know how to explain it.

I wanted to be rescued
not so much from this place 
as much as I longed to be rescued from the burdens of my mind.
The torturous ridicule always stemmed from the shit I can't seem to forget.
Its haunting and I can't escape it.

The gaping hole pulling me closer each chance it gets.
They ask what I want as I stare at the dark black hole
I want the universe, not the whole universe of course,
just yours for a mere moment.

As artificial as it may sound 
I long for the 'meaning'
I want to sleep in someones brain  till morning

Don't ask me what I want its far too complicated
I confide in Orion while he takes a shower
Staring at the stars I make it as simple as possible

I want to exist.
I long for someone to see for my full potential,
even when I, myself have lost sight of it.

Yet, my mind mocks this
for I need no one but myself
and I cuddle next to my brain for the night 
as my loneliness consumes me.


-G.T