LOOK YONDER
twas 4 o clock, a very early, yet also quite late time to be out and about, when i found myself running through the suburbs of charlotte, the neighboring community, with nothing but a pair of american flagged boxers and a bedsheet tied around my neck, as if i was some kind of important super-hero. as i absentmindedly took place in these actions, i wondered to myself why society denies the truth. why smile when you feel like screaming? why do we follow orders when we want to rebel? why? WHY IS ANYONE ACTING DIFFERENTLY THAN THEY ARE FEELING? i have my own theories///you tell me yours