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Listless....lifeless.. a million ways more than tired........drained....used...emotionless... a million ways more than uninterested....

Staring through unseeing eyes at an apparent interminable future....fragile and faithless... a million ways more than unhappy....

Rainfall and teardrops.....eyelids heavy...tearglands empty...a million ways far from sadness

Voices echoing in my mind...a city left behind...lonely and alone...the grafitti of time...unending...a million ways far from empty.....

Crashing and burning...smoke filled tents, mind wandering.....fingers straying...plastic smiles...waiting to play the joker.....a million times more than a prank

And the world keeps spinning, but here I am bowing, shoulders aching .....in the middle of it all.....adrift

#nowplaying........

Comments

Myne said…
This reads like a sad song about life. Keep your head up dear. It will be well.
July 19, 2010 at 11:45 PM
lani said…
don't bow to the pressures ... thrive on it
July 25, 2010 at 3:51 PM
T.Notes said…
Hanggggggggggg tighhhhhhhhhtttttttttt Girl!
*Hugs*
July 29, 2010 at 12:58 PM
Nee Fe Mi said…
it is well.... hugs
July 30, 2010 at 4:04 AM
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