2/12/14
*courtesy of my sister
Sweet potatoes are not yams, I don't know why, but they're not.
2/15/14
*courtesy of my sister
I guess it is my fault then,
*courtesy of my sister
Sweet potatoes are not yams, I don't know why, but they're not.
2/15/14
*courtesy of my sister
"Artists are pissy all the time because they have their moments of inspiration at night and then they have to stay up all day."
2/23/14
Let me see the light again;
let me breath the air.
Let me see the sun again,
but I'm afraid they're all there.
I guess it is my fault then,
that I have but cannot touch.
To see the world so clear
yet continue to sit in musk.
2/24/14
Why is it that I bother,
to hold myself so high?
When the whole world is a bowing,
a withering,
a sigh.
Why is it I'm burdened,
with unrelenting pride.
A pride that keeps my flying,
but not to a higher high.
Instead I am flying,
but to a darker hell.
The hell of will and wisdom;
the hell of a solitary mind;
I will not- cannot- live a lie.
so a lonely life for me.
Perhaps a sad and selfish one,
but at least I live as I.
2/25/14
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