LifeTwo hours and fifteen minutes later, we left the theater. “Huh....didn't expect that ending.” I agreed. “Some twist, huh?” I said yes. “Not sure how I feel about it.” “Sometimes the unexpected if it is of the ordinary is more satisfying. Sometimes...” I trail off.Life
Her beauty was stunning. She wasn't exactly beautiful on most standards, by that I mean magazine and tabloid standards. She has a wonderful laugh. I've always been one to distrust but she has opened me up. This is why I love her.
We made it back to the car. I didn't open her door; my mother, God rest her soul, would have
Untitled IImolded ceilings sag once white washed walls show their age broken steps and stained floors a busted window from a long nights rage or a neighborhood baseball gameUntitled II
Everything—busted, broken, and rusted
this house is dying and I am too.
the floors creak, the foundation's weak Death awaits us all &nb
untitledcontour/contrast we all differ born slaves liberate meuntitled
contourt/contract we all suffer born to roles set my self free
InnocenceEveryone's dying for it.Innocence
making a scene to be seen.
to be loved. Everyone's waiting to become someone they are not. Children wish their innocences away. People sell their souls.
The purity of a child.
The only instance self is self.
Everyone's waiting for their fifteen minutes of fame. I'm waiting on my fifteen minutes to truly become a child again.
set my self free.
Thanks for the watch, by the way. I like your writing lots.
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