Just rambling bi polar girl.  Not knowing how safe she feels.  Against wood with nails popping though.  Wrapped in un desired acid detergent.  My brain feels less like it does usually.  Spontaneity rests for a while.  Dirt clumps in my heart, I am no longer floating, weighed down by the earth.  Daisies sprout through my mouth.  And what do I deserve, plenty of multitudes of grounded little people telling me what to do.  Well fuck them, I am solid free.  No appendages on me.  I cast a shadow degree of feet above you.  No where it matters, fallen I will fall now, okay, Iv'e done my bidding, with seclusion, go back I will.