life filled with parking lot litter and tall weeds.
summer is fleeting. and how.
i take algebra, english, micro-economics, and jazz.
it feels like a long, painful gap, riddled with vague fond memories, scores of new faces, tiring cerebellum abuse. why does life seem so slow? i don't even know what my passion is in this rotten world, what contribution have i? i'm just so lost. even when i find my feet, it's only just in time to find the fog seeping in again.
sigh.
and i'm still alone. at home, at work, in a slurry of crowded streets, just wandering around like a emotionally detached fish in some big ocean full of small ponds. just a series of blurs, memories, swinging from the company of one friend to another. i still haven't found my place in these gears.
i need to get away from here. the people, the ambiance, the monotony here suffocates me, i think.
is there anybody out there?
r.
i take algebra, english, micro-economics, and jazz.
it feels like a long, painful gap, riddled with vague fond memories, scores of new faces, tiring cerebellum abuse. why does life seem so slow? i don't even know what my passion is in this rotten world, what contribution have i? i'm just so lost. even when i find my feet, it's only just in time to find the fog seeping in again.
sigh.
and i'm still alone. at home, at work, in a slurry of crowded streets, just wandering around like a emotionally detached fish in some big ocean full of small ponds. just a series of blurs, memories, swinging from the company of one friend to another. i still haven't found my place in these gears.
i need to get away from here. the people, the ambiance, the monotony here suffocates me, i think.
is there anybody out there?
r.