To be Free

What it must feel like… 
to not care or worry… 
about the world, 
about what is happening around you, 
about you yourself. 
To be a floating spirit on the ride that is your life. 
To experience things with such elegance it shatters everything else. 
The hypnotic movement your body makes to the sounds swirling around you. 
Grace overcomes you, takes you whole, a prisoner to it’s beauty. 
Amongst those shining lights that glitter like stars surrounding you. 
Never was there an angel as fair as the one that stands up top the stairs. Blue eyes like the waters of paradise, drawing you further into it’s clutches. 
He wonders, what it must feel like… to be free.

VisualJunkie:

nyehs:

THEY CLOSED ALL OF TH EBOYS BATHROOMS AT OUR SCHOOL BECAUSE THERE S  A G UY  WHO KEEPS POOPING ON THE FLOOR OF EVERY BATHROOM AND HTRY  ARE CALING HIM  THE SERIAL POOPER IM  FU KING CHUFFING 

“IM  FU KING CHUFFING”