Disgust, covered by decorum, masked by want of normalcy
Disgust, a wild sea of untranslatable emotions
Disgust, failure, wanting....waining into wanting
of
something more than I have in me,
something more than can be,
something, something;
nothing here.
-crap-
I haven't been this depressed since
those days when life was still fresh, new, and foreign.
I haven't been this confused since
those nights when I wrote my philosophies.
A friend of mine died.
Disgust. Something. Nothing.
2 comments:
What happened? the friend who died was Ben? Tell me what happened, I am thinking the worst!
I am sorry!
Lina
no, it was my friend Ian, you never met him. he was a beautiful person, a loving friend, a business partner...
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