Death defies my make up,
How can I believe and not wake up.
I’m part of the wheel that’s moving too fast.
I’m hoping my life will not corrupt,
Why is it that the most vile and thoughtless opinions are screamed like the throes of a dying animals, and the most sensible and well thought out opinions are those that are said most quietly, or never said at all. This silence is amplified by the beating of breasts and seemingly moral, though ambiguous…
I feel like I’m alone for the first time in a thousand years. Too many memories for me to comprehend. I grasp for a safety net. All I found was this desk; ingrained with past scrawling and a melancholic view from my childhood. Racing thoughts endlessly circle my inner mind, but are kept at bay. Like wind on a calm…