Approval?
(I decided to post this. I dont' really know why. I can delete it if requested)
She wasn't like me. She wanted a good life, and I can't blame her for that. I rock my head to the music in my car, smoking a hot "cancer stick", as she called them. I knew she didn't believe in the things she preached. She wanted me to take the easy road, like her, compromise for them. Make it okay to live in a muted world with people who don't know what real is. Her photos showed the progression. They were once real. They showed what she was, inside, deep, dark and tender. But she found what sold, and stumbled along in there, showing off her pretty pretty things, while she rotted inside. And now I drive, on the last tank I can afford, off into the sunset, off into uncertianty and chaos. Turmoil and resistance. This is the life I live. Because I will not give in.
She wasn't like me. She wanted a good life, and I can't blame her for that. I rock my head to the music in my car, smoking a hot "cancer stick", as she called them. I knew she didn't believe in the things she preached. She wanted me to take the easy road, like her, compromise for them. Make it okay to live in a muted world with people who don't know what real is. Her photos showed the progression. They were once real. They showed what she was, inside, deep, dark and tender. But she found what sold, and stumbled along in there, showing off her pretty pretty things, while she rotted inside. And now I drive, on the last tank I can afford, off into the sunset, off into uncertianty and chaos. Turmoil and resistance. This is the life I live. Because I will not give in.