ten: ormaybeiwaswrong
foolish. to think that anyone should ever care. to think that i thought i might do something of interest by acting like any other puny little insignificant nobody from the desertofsouls. if i wanted to know what it felt like to be lost, now i had a better idea than i think i ever needed!
and the irony of it all is that i still end my paragraphs in an exclamation mark! and that last sentence too..should i be learning a new form of respect for that little straight line hanging over a full stop?
so a 'forgive me' goes out to all those who felt like they were being drawn into a different, inexistent side of me.
it's like a silver downpour, so dense is the rainfall
the glitter among the droplets is nothing but sunlight
what little is left of it, that i can see from here
or maybe there is none, and perhaps that's what i like
yes, it is raining outside, and although i know that no one cares and neither do i want anyone to, right now it feels like the most significant contribution i can make to anyone who might want to know what it feels like inside of me..
and the irony of it all is that i still end my paragraphs in an exclamation mark! and that last sentence too..should i be learning a new form of respect for that little straight line hanging over a full stop?
so a 'forgive me' goes out to all those who felt like they were being drawn into a different, inexistent side of me.
it's like a silver downpour, so dense is the rainfall
the glitter among the droplets is nothing but sunlight
what little is left of it, that i can see from here
or maybe there is none, and perhaps that's what i like
yes, it is raining outside, and although i know that no one cares and neither do i want anyone to, right now it feels like the most significant contribution i can make to anyone who might want to know what it feels like inside of me..