minefield
if i took a shower. a long one. and sat there saturated watching the walls bead sweat and more.
would the weight of the air make me believe that the dirt was washing down the drain. years of it.
i cant even get nostalgic and call everyone. apologize, 'well dear's now i have come to my senses.'
what does that shit mean.nothing.
chop off your own head for want of feeling. and acheive the opposite.
ha. what are we living for these days. what are we here for anymore.
would the weight of the air make me believe that the dirt was washing down the drain. years of it.
i cant even get nostalgic and call everyone. apologize, 'well dear's now i have come to my senses.'
what does that shit mean.nothing.
chop off your own head for want of feeling. and acheive the opposite.
ha. what are we living for these days. what are we here for anymore.