sometimes, i think..........
I find myself in a cloudy space, locked in a room ripe with the same cookie cutter idea of comfort. I'm tired, and constantly find that I, have strong support but, no serenity in my senses. I fear that in the usual, unusual way I'm stuck, doomed to be me forever. I've etched a picture of perfection and mounted it in a place world will never see, content to think that they'd never no the difference anyways. Fall brings these leaves to the ground and as winter slowly consumes, there's the briskness of the wind forging a path in the dusting of snow outside this window and the stale smack of discontentment of leaving this idea so bright, so bold, and so empty.