tranquilizer

down.mellow.melancholy.sad.depressed.black bile.
sorrowful.bittersweet.miserable.gloomy

..and zillions other words to connote that particular state or condition.i don’t know man..sometimes i feel the urge to dampen myself. consistently indulge in a volatile mood. i know for a fact, i’m a bloody perfect melancholy. although often perceived as pop sanguine, deep down there i know that i am not. being a moody bastard that i am, surprisingly, i can always tolerate the sickening external influences, every time, all the time. i’m blessed man. with patience and tolerance. if not, my guilt will never escape unscathed. that’s me.

(to whom it may concern) I say, come and kiss my posterior cause I need that misery. just found out.it helps me to stand straight and proud beneath the crowd.strangely, i feel rejuvenated.i found my true self in there.

when i feel like i’m lost, i’ll get myself there.there there.i’ll get my own imaginary injection of imaginary adrenaline and face the music.that’s where i can get to push that “pause” button and listen to things like..

“my dear self, you’re now a bit off the track, get yourself back here”
“my dear self, you shouldn’t be doing/saying that.it might be consumed as “double entendre”, u never know”

and so on…i’m not sick. no schizophrenia or hallucination.i am in perfect shape. that’s my own, unique way of reminding myself.with all senses intact, surely.
close to myself that i can express through poems or songs or any medium, one good thing about it.
mmm, it seems like i have so many things to share today but i know, i can’t.time constraint. opening up is healthy, isn’t it?
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You don’t want to be understood
Yeah, well I understand
Chris Cornell