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Something for me.I sang before,but time passed.I grew quiet.I lost my voice.Now,I try to sing,and I notice.My voice is quiet.It doesn't sound the same..
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I have been asked how I write.What is the process.I don't know if there is a process.Yes,I realize there is something going on,hovering in the lump ca..
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Every now and then,I ask why.I want to write for those who can't.I know the stories of only a few.Each new story adds to the pain.I only echo the stor..
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I want reality.Flat out.Quit this "Someday..."We start now.I know.It doesn't seem to work.How many gave up?You give a hand, one time.Won't you try aga..
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Time passesyou loseeach time another part of your lifeNoticed somethingacting like a dumbassmight feel a smack to the headJust to keep you in linein t..
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From the start,I will try to stick to honesty.This is not the time.I don't give a damn about who did the other wrong.The chances have built up for ove..
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They will be a bitter memory.Every single word.Emotions out of hand,and here is the result.Shattering lifelong bonds.Words must be chosen,or at least ..
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Many have been able to watch the show from a distance.For some reason,we can't help tearing ourselves apart.Give us a unifying cause,and we might come..
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A friend of mine told me,I don't walk.I strut.I told him there are reasons for that.I fractured one knee,and without the money for therapy,I overcompe..
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