The way she makes me feel
Lets make reality less real with a bit of a dream and part of a wish
Is that the version of Sherlock that comes with this version of John?
And this version of Moriarty and Moran?
It’s like the fucking bizzaro-Sherlock show.
Also, let’s not forget Mycroft:
I’m actually kinda scared right now
And Lestrade too:
Don’t forget Mrs. Hudson!
THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER.
oh god no not this post again
Exploding inward with and Outro
You’re setting the charges but I’m pulling the pin, lighting the fuse setting the timer and pushing the plunger, and like an unfortunate construct that has finished serving its intended purpose I implode. I’ve done zero outward damage but internally I am comparable to absolute chaos. Tell me why have i done saved the masses and sacrificed myself have i even done it of my own accord. i watched you watch me crack at my foundations as more and more of my windows were boarded up until only my eyes were left and when a came too lose even those i could hear you plot and plan what would best fill my vacancy as if i had not been there to hold and house you keep you warm despite your magnificent ability to remain ungrateful. I listened until i couldn’t bare to anymore. Had i only spoken up before you closed my doors had i only caught your eye before you closed mine had heard and then done rather than just absorbing it remembering it and then using it to heat you when you were cold or keep you when you felt without. I cant complain now, its much too late for that and in true fashion i only hope you’ll find something buried in my remains that reminds you of decency or helps you in your endeavor to fill your continually expanding void that you keep so perfectly placed where your heart once stood. Sadly enough i think it swallowed mine as well so when you happen to find a way to let someone in like i did let me know so i can retrieve it because id like to be finished lending it to those that may abuse it those who mistook my kindness for weakness and my forgiving nature for naivety. Maybe i am naive and however with that quality i can readily embrace the ideals that i treasure more easily and much more willingly. So let me fall to rubble let my pieces be buried underneath your new ideas of grandeur and promise, but i was the foundation to your so called success, and you’ll walk by everyday think how much better it is without me but who is the naive one if you think I’m gone and who is weak if you cant speak of the days you spent before your “improvement”? Let me say I’ve more thanks from the so called weak and misguided than the arrogant and sure on that note let me implode.
Fuckity Fuck Fuck what the shitballs!
Something out of nothing and back again.
Lets begin to end our frustrations by making amends with our paper back dreams.