I don’t know why I am writing this here….
I don’t know why I am writing this here. I really want it to just get lost in the recesses of cyber-space, but I need to say it somewhere or I feel like…I don’t know, really. I suppose it would just feel wrong to leave it unsaid. I want to die. Sometimes, I hate myself [..more..]
09-04-12(6:04:40)
Red spinning flowers, from tree tops falling down Washing the dirt from our eyes, we return to the ground The roots hold us down, are lives are stagnant I’ve thought of how different my life could have been But who really hasn’t?
08-03-12(3:58:01)
one day ill climb high in the branches youll climb in the branches with me one day ill probably fall and with me youll fall out of the tree the tree will stay tall always and the grass will be green always and we’ll be in a dream always or so it seems