It appears I’ve lost a nerve..
Red means green...
Today-
is a bad one...
She said she’s got a bone to pick with me
I don’t even know what that means...
I’ve been waiting a long time
For a sign...
People don’t want to talk to me…
I know…. You not suppose to talk anyways...
If I have been in your town
for some times...
She stood between life and death
she breathe down the neck of insanity...
Between madness and sanity
between past and prospect...
So what
Who cares...
I can't sleep, I keep hearing voices,
speak to me, making my choices...
I swallow a bright orange bit of sympathy
As a tidal wave repeatedly floods my consciousness...
Shakespeare wrote life is nothing but a stage, but...
See these letters are not confessions or a cry for...