This blog is basically a bunch of cringey emo poetry and me pretending I know about life when don’t
Freedom is a crushed cerebral cortex,
the silencing of human nature.
For thought is bitterly two faced,
and each idea,
drawn in and out by Janus
Little island in the dark
without an angel to light the streets.
I am the stream,
tripping down the track
that Nature so lovingly
grooved out for me.
That sweet goddess steers my journey,