Sunday, March 3, 2013

up the antique

this past week, i revisited the darkest depths of my being. a part
of me that i thought was thrown away long ago came to me with
clenched fists and a devilish grin. the anger and rage of my childhood
rushed to grab me by the throat in hopes of choking every inch of
joy within my soul. this was all imaginary, but in the midst of my
blindness and strife, i had wished such emotions to be tangibly in
front of me- so at least i could beat the crap out of them. if you ask
me how i am, i will most likely tell you that i am tired. just know
that i am fighting. and i couldn't possibly be in a better place.
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someone from india tried to hack my google account. i'm flattered.

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