we are in love with these ideas that keep our sanity. in some way they make us whole, and our grasp on reality gets tighter. searching for you in all of them. i am searching for you in everyone. marinate. he's sturdy like a table and as stubborn as my latest addiction, he is whole. i grew worried just then because my resistance is weakening and the urge to roll up heightened, i know i shouldnt. guess what i do to pass time? drink water since it's oxygen for the brain, and read because it's gymnastics of the brain. i was told by you the other day how much i mean to you. i laughed it off, called your bluff, walked into a trap. i am stranded now. this nineteen seventy five birth of the cool is the thing keeping me alive. it snowed... and it will be snowing all week. I'll wait. for now anyway, for respect, for someone as woke as i.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
didn't think i'd need a DISCLAIMER:
This is a work of fiction. names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of my imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. =] can i live?
1 comment:
i love the way you write . you create a visual just by penning the simplest thoughts and feelings . continue to inspire . peace .
Post a Comment