and in that moment
the old polish man...
I don't know what is life
I don't know what is right or what is wrong...
I walk along a path; alone
with only my shadow...
And who would I have been had I stayed
Would I have tasted the same happiness...
Literature is like a cool shower
It can make a man it's lover...
I could awaken in a hull of nothing.
I could be an understated woman...
Such a nuisance; is this damn
writers block, like a race against...
What is the point of this
hollow bleak existence...
Fold the paper
Corner to corner...
From the ashes
of a Shattered mind...
I sit beside
the old oak tree...
The boys they make me smile
I know i could stay for a long while...