November 2010
I can’t wait to get out of this town and be myself. You are probably reading this and thinking wow, he actually had the decency to write this. Well you know what, I can’t wait to live somewhere that has an actual park and shops. I can’t wait for the time when i feel homesick, and think wow I’m actually feeling homesick for the second time in my life. I can’t wait to...
October 2010
It’s just one fact among many…
I see them. They are crawling on the floor. In the light bulbs. To true, a connotation that is seemingly inherent. Images scattered, dust on the cabinet, and a candle burning. I smell the scent; an illumination. Thoughts are forgotten and a mind is lost. It’s the same story, the same people, the same colors. New negatives, new explanations, new derivatives. Among the pedestrians there can...
I’m so sick,
not physically, but
in the spirit.
It wouldn’t matter to
anyone but the matter
itself.
I can only think for myself
and so here I am,
waiting
wanting.
Inferior to everyone
around
me.
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“The age of our fathers, which was worse than that of our ancestors, produced us,...”
– Horace
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Someday -The Strokes
Beyond the words
is my truth.
I perceive the
deception that causes the illusion.
Look beyond the glass and the
options.
Here i sit because my opinion
doesn’t have a lie you care about.
