I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
She stood alone Naked Bare Body Mind and Soul In front of the Universe She stood Broken Alone and Afraid She walks countless beaches looking for lost treasure She waits for something real Something true She gathers the lost children of the Ent Putting them back together in sorted menageries that resemble her scattered thoughts…
Knowing you’ll never be mine Knowing you never really cared Knowing my heart is mine to control Knowing my life isn’t Fate, kismet, and serendipity collide into a rainbow of hatful desire And I am once again walking alone I know you Better than anyone could And you know me Holding hands Touching lips Souls…
