In 38 days,
things will be so rubixed that not a soul will truly know,
completely,
what to do with their life.
There will be those who claim they have things
all
figured out.
But you don't.
And truth be told
neither do they.
In one months time,
all the people you know will be
scattered across the four winds.

Some people make things black and White,
clean cut and clear,
smooth and precise as a blade in a misfits wrist.
Things are done on impulse,
without a second thought of if what they're doing
is right.
I'm somewhere in between.

In my head I walk streets of Fire ( Read more... )

Pardon me mam ( Read more... )

What a twisted walk I walk ( Read more... )

Again I am reminded that life loves to kick you when your down ( Read more... )

Preparation for prom ( Read more... )

As of late,
I once again find my existence to be
quite meaningless.
All my friends have found lovers and I'm lost
with not much of a direction
not much of a road.
I have become the fifth wheel.
The X in
2n+X.
And I really want to refrain from being here.
But somehow,
I feel I deserve it.

I stood up on a hilltop ( Read more... )

And I woke up as a robot ( Read more... )