WHO do I talk to??
I don’t want fri(end)ships.
I want soul to soul connectivity.
I talk to myself...on paper though (poems).
It’s not enough.
I don’t have all of the answers...my spirit is hungry for more.
I long for a soul to fly with me, between the lines of poetry.
A language most don’t experience in a lifetime.
The ones that roam around me are shackled still…..
AAAHHHH!!!
“You are a product of your environment” Today, I am “those people” Driving to the lot, I listen to the radio to hear the weather(gives me a heads up on whether or not I could avoid carrying one more t
“I’m sorry, you’re sorry, we’re sorry”!! Tip toeing our way through every emotion. “You’re wrong”!..... “No, you’re wrong”! “SHUT UUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP” Wasting life arguing over wasted life! “Help me get
They love me long time, but it’s only temporary. Like our life line, they can’t wait to bury….BODIES! More bodies, their bodies, my body! Hollow, frail, empty… The count is irrelevant. The evidence of
