behind the Eyes of a fallen angel
I had a complimentary $5 on keen and decided to take a quick reading. I do feel a little lost. . . complacent but lost. I was told to choose a scientific career path, and that my relationship has a half life of a year tops. Now I really feel lost. "Comfort is a mystery, crawling out of my own skin". Eclipse of the moon, fish stuck in gelatin but the sharks still feed. The child is lost, happily running through woods, chasing dreams. The adult moves along, slow and doubting, head down and burdened. Analyzing a brick wall, hands run along rough edges. Bloody fists pound upon unforgiving hardness. Break out, "Swayin to the rhythm of the new world order and Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums"