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were i to ever stop and pause(and the goosebumps come already,coating my bare legs,tracing the outline of my finally tanned shouldersa poor reactionto..
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how small my voice seems,
sometimes.
how little my impact
upon the uncaring masses.
how loud must i scream to be heard above the..
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occasionally, a morbid feeling
permeates and overcomes
eventually sapping at life forces until
you're forced to take a mental-healthy-day,
..
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incuribility, what a mouthful
what a sorry state to place your life in.
i've heard that we only get one,
life, that is,
at least once,
i'..
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on occasion, i feel that perhaps this is all pointless
and if i move from where i precariously sit
day after day, week after week (year afte..
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i could feel it in my powder-white bones,bleached by sun and circumstance,that things could not get much worse from here.
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what a pleasure to make the acquaintance of someonewho i didn't think--realize?--was important until this minute.you go along and talk to themabout od..
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you've seen them,we all have, i'm sure,those peoplewho won't admit to being hipsterswho are so obsessed with beingdifferent, unique, individualthat th..
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that stagnant feelof too many ideas and not enough time,that over powers so much soand lords over youwith a chip-toothed smile.oppressive,in such a wa..
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