Freewrite/ Rant
Will I ever stop being...
Electronics, a blessing, or a curse?
You stuff them in your pocket, or purse, sometimes...
All are the same; just they are same
They look identical, look like machines...
Noisy crowded buses run
Taxi cabs they scurry...
When we're born it's not our choice,
so at first it cannot be our fault...
from natures earthy womb
you grow into a spectacle...
Wise words
Bedim the cruelty...
I stare at the sharp silver edges
directly in the path I'm headed...
Don't mistake me,
I love the feel of a warm fire crackling...
Why must the good always suffer
and why are the evil always rewarded...
Reach out
Look around you...
Desperation
In an indifferent universe...