Formulating Contemplations of My Uncharted Sanity.
I'm Camille Wolf, a dreamer of a different kind. Here to enlightening you on my zealous hypothesizes that take shelter in my mind.Representing the person I suppressed from the general community. Now available for your interpretations on my sanity.Appreciate my venerability for people to understand my stance. It's terrifyingly refreshing, this is more than just a glance. (Give me credit for my material)
Your demons always play with you in the middle of the night. 3:33 is when they know you won鈥檛 pick a fight. They are smooth with their words they make wrongs sound so right. Don鈥檛 listen to them for your vision will be their sight.
You just got to stop making excuses for people who walk all over you. You let them walk on you with dirty shoes.
When you let them in so easily, you鈥檙e letting them experience some of the best qualities about you for the amount of time not justified or respected.
You cherish them more so when they don鈥檛 for you.
You are the reason though for all of this. You鈥檙e weak, you don鈥檛 actually give them enough time to respect what your special qualities are that you have let them so foolishly experience. Giving them the illusion this might be an experience they deserve when one gets within your radius. That鈥檚 also the trap for you, since your too kind so easily. They will not respect what it means for you to be so captivating towards them, but for they know this. And now you must know too.
Look, if they were good people for you, you wouldn鈥檛 have to keep making excuses for them when they track mud in your house of your heart and they leave right after. To have to clean the mud that has stained the carpet in you heart and only with every pumping beat it cleans the residue that doesn鈥檛 rid so easily that you let in when you weren鈥檛 careful. They don鈥檛 understand what it鈥檚 like to explore the interesting soul that has a home in your body. They didn鈥檛 think twice too look truly of what your made of and what what they could do that damages it. Not to even care to know what floors your made of, of the walls that hold you together and the windows you let them look through.
Lock your door and maybe they鈥檒l wonder one day when they knock on the door , why you don鈥檛 answer. Wondering what it was. If only you gave them enough time to be careful with the house you built. Let them wonder and maybe they鈥檒l realize how great it was to enter the warmth of your life like walking in to a house on a cold winters day.
Maybe next time when they knock so loud it鈥檚 impossible for you to ignore it and the the mud has left, they鈥檒l think to take their shoes off and stay. But first keep them out and keep them at bay.
The only regret I have in life is not knowing what it鈥檚 like to fall asleep in someone else鈥檚 arms that hug you so tight. 鈥↖t鈥檚 something I long for, it makes my body ache and sore.鈥↖ don鈥檛 need it but It鈥檚 something I鈥檇 die for. 鈥═he feeling of warmth, secrurity and need is something I bleed from the core.鈥↖ don鈥檛 think you should fall in love with someone鈥檚 heart beat if you can鈥檛 even love their snore.鈥╓hy? Because when you lay in someone鈥檚 arms those are the two things you adore.鈥═hat is the one thing I promised myself and that鈥檚 what I鈥檝e always swore.鈥‥ven on the coldest nights my loneliness will win the war.鈥⊿o my heart will know how their hearts beats with their snore and how it will always be my night time encore.鈥⊿o I wait patiently just like a wolf who wants to find the right pack.鈥↗ust like the love I want to attract. 鈥═hats the only thing I have regretted this far in life is not knowing what it鈥檚 like to fall asleep in someone鈥檚 arms, but I鈥檓 glad I have this dream of what it鈥檚 like and I will not just let somone come sweep me off my feet just to put me back down when the desire of need was just a momentary set back in wanted they needed. I will not be a set back to love I will assure myself that not anyone can give me that feeling of security and love and warmth I seek. They just can鈥檛 be some ordinary sheep.
You鈥檙e like cigarettes to me. Each time I light you up and take a breath each time you bring me closer to death. It鈥檚 such a puzzling paradox you make me feel so alive in such a short amount of time. From the moment I flick the bic to the end with one last hit, you take me away from reality. Setting me free from the sad that lives inside my body, but I think that鈥檚 the trick. You burn my lungs and just make my heart sick. You鈥檙e not as bad as heroin, but more like Suboxone in order to feel alive I need your toxins. I kind of knew this is what I should鈥檝e expected when I could鈥檝e avoided it, but I still choose to be infected. I wanted more than just a quick fix I wanted more than just some dick. I quit.
cats with friends, the feminine body, the touch of a sin, love me less before i begin, you always win, but it鈥檚 okay, I pet the fur I hear that kitten pur, thats when you go away.
You stand strong when I鈥檓 falling down. 鈥╕ou break my silence without a sound. 鈥∕y protector from the outside world. 鈥∕y darkness in the light.鈥═he grumpy grouch who loves my pets.鈥∕y big black bear whom I鈥檒l always respect. -RareLoneWolfOddity (E.M)
To know an individual who gives off energy like a lightening bolt, They are the most puzzling paradox. They make you hesitant to get close because you might get struck. Its an intricate situation, sumptuous if your body is the seven seas, arduous if the bolt hits the dead sand. The energy could thrive or die to where it last lands. The difference to satiate or incinerate your expanse, unknown like the storms they withstand.
summer鈥檚 darkness聽holds me, crickets chirps replace the birds recycled verses, cycled thoughts but mine with funny curses,nature laughs with the trees lethargic sways. Only to disappear when day comes to play, the birds awake the crickets fade. I stay awake to say goodbye to the ones who mornings collide with this worn out mind. summer鈥檚 light kisses me with its glow, the thoughts drift and then I go.
-RareLoneWolfOddity
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