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who I am
What do you do when you have nothing more profound to say?When wit,honesty,eloquence,and passion ceases to be found.When you can find no words to articulate exactly what youre feeling,exactly whats racing through your mind,what you can never forget,and what you`ll always remember.
Realizing that...you epitomize exactly what you hate,that everything youve ever said has been a perfect contradiction.Classic case of jealousy,become the victim of such a human act,and all youre left to do is sit in solace contemplating your very essence. Reevaluating what you stand for,while keeping in mind what you stood for.It all seems so blurry,like looking through the bottom end of a martini glass with a quarter ounce of sin lingering at its bottom.And yet,everything seems so much clearer from this end,even though I weeble wobble dance through the streets of my morality...I come to settle upon a home of pure grey. And this is where I find my excuses,and what fors.This is where I justify the injustice of my hands.This is where I become cliche and stupid. This is where I am free to be,who I am. |