The Rock Bottom Chronicles

It goes without saying, that some minds never sleep, words travel through them like space junk, wondering aimlessly through galaxies of nothingness filled with hopeless dreamers, waiting for their chance to catch the next train to heaven. This is a place for my rambles, my poetry, my nonsense. You probably wont get it, you probably wont care, I probably will never realise you're around, but without a way for these words to leave my mind they will just roam and jumble, and rip, and pull and create a thought process that is never ending. In short, I write to get the words out of my mind. Not so that you can enjoy them.

My Name's Timm Flores. Everything on this blog is my own, unless otherwise stated or quoted, if you re-post my stuff, please give me credit, after all why would anyone want someone else to think they wrote any of this crap that comes out of my mind?
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Tiffany with the Vulcan 900 shared via http://www.motorcycle-usa.com

skililo:

Tiffany with the Vulcan 900 shared via http://www.motorcycle-usa.com

(via 2wheelfeel)

No sleep rambling once again

As I sit alone again in this ever so familiar situation of a room, I can’t stand to realize it’s all just an endless loop of bad choices, bad decisions, bad habits. I wonder from corner to corner as if lost yet only traveling 10x10. No words can express the frustration of a jumbled mind. No voice can shed a note pitch comparable to the pained heart hidden away, locked behind layers of struggle. No day like today has ever been, for today and tomorrow bring a future so worthy to be called the past. When do things change? When can life time travel ahead to a better tomorrow. No struggle no twisted mental state. How long do we torture souls only to realize it is our own. My life, my struggle… My words all jumbled… My existence unclear, no future no fear.