i’m baaaaaack
I think I am made formore than this, formore than thismundane monotony,repeat the Monday…
poem by Chris Taylor
i wish i could be alone without thinking this much.everything i do outside this room is wrong…
i am your next sacrifice,i can wash your feet,can feed you the finest meat and rice,tell you stories…
you bought childhood, playful remnants of the time before,take it,put it in a pan withhalf a cup of…
You know when God says he would do something and you’re not too sure how it would play…
it comes at night while the whole world awaitsthe spark of first morning lightit…