The air is breathing
ever so softly.
Rain clouds d i s s i p a t e,
As if they are telling me to
peel off my skin...
Aye. Perhaps I will.
Over turned leaves,
predict something beautiful.
I don't see it.
Burning smiles,
Freezing stares.
Stop looking at me.
My head pulses to the sound of SCREAMS.
Watching the faces before me.
No way I am interacting with those...
Wait for the yelling to stop.
How p.a.t.h.e.t.i.c we all sound.
I'm still sitting here... alone in my d i s c o m f o r t.
Sometimes I tend to think,
No one cares at all.
I know it.
And
it
(s ... l ... o ... w ... l ... y)
makes
me
want
to
c/u/t
myself
a.g.a.i.n.














Devious Comments
Comments
Funny the difference two years makes. Simple choices, they make the left turns in life... sometimes it happens to be that left turn in albuquerque we should have taken.
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You can't take the sky from me.
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