This is me writing something with out thinking.
Twisting and tearing.
Souls shallow and empty but they feel so real.
They hurt with a palpable reality.
Cursory hellos and goodbyes and love yous.
Its so simple to make this last.
Things are okay.
Things are acceptable.
But my mind and body knows the truth.
This is me pretending.
I guess thats all I god. I wish i wrote like i did when i was in high school. I actually liked some of the things i wrote. Even got a couple published. Anyways. Time to go make pizza and to find the bottom of a rum and dr. pepper.
-roguemind
Twisting and tearing.
Souls shallow and empty but they feel so real.
They hurt with a palpable reality.
Cursory hellos and goodbyes and love yous.
Its so simple to make this last.
Things are okay.
Things are acceptable.
But my mind and body knows the truth.
This is me pretending.
I guess thats all I god. I wish i wrote like i did when i was in high school. I actually liked some of the things i wrote. Even got a couple published. Anyways. Time to go make pizza and to find the bottom of a rum and dr. pepper.
-roguemind
But today is a drab depressing Washington fall hiding in a Connecticut summer.
Book sit on the shelves taunting me and daring me to read them.
But I have lost my drive.
Even that distraction does not work today.
The air seems to hollow.
Like time isn't there anymore to push me forward.
I breathe and my heart beats.
But life is kicking a dead horse.
A track forever skipping with no one around to seek the next song.
And then a ringing catches my ear.
Time to put the pizza in.
How odd is feels to write again.