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Some lame nerd with too much time on his hands. Appreciates concision and careful phrasing that really packs a punch. My thoughts might be disordered, but my writing isn't. Nothing I like more than a good rhythm.
from the mug...
Hands of a gray child
Sift through yesterday's garbage...
The living room is silent
Except for cicadas...
Thanks for everything
You've done to me...
distant noise registers as loudly
as my own thoughts- water running...
Depression isn't a badge of honor. Depression isn't a gift. The so-called insights are only delusions, and the greatest gift I could have is to feel hope again.
If you don't have a cause to die for, do you have a reason to live?
by Kitty Cat Lady