"there isn't anything out there for me," he thought.
a rather less-than detailed description of what some may say, a contemptuous observation.
erasing sentences that weren't worded properly,
or didn't make much sense.
"I value the life I consume," he lied.
in other words, I've run out of ambition
no longer am I able to lie to others to make my life meaningful to them.
It's that lack of that melts flesh from bone.
"Shang, I miss you," he read.
as if the **** drawing
were her.
skin flushed,
an inconceivable silence
only for my mind to take in.
the silence is now nothing short of uninviting.
all the while,
I continue searching
for something..
something not all too satisfying.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
"there isn't anything out there for me," he thought.
a rather less-than detailed description of what some may say, a contemptuous observation.
erasing sentences that weren't worded properly,
or didn't make much sense.
"I value the life I consume," he lied.
in other words, I've run out of ambition
no longer am I able to lie to others to make my life meaningful to them.
It's that lack of that melts flesh from bone.
"Shang, I miss you," he read.
as if the **** drawing
were her.
skin flushed,
an inconceivable silence
only for my mind to take in.
the silence is now nothing short of uninviting.
all the while,
I continue searching
for something..
something not all too satisfying.
(C) Shang
