things stolen and broken and empty promises are why you trust
no one.
I've learned not to believe a word that falls from their mouths.

Wishing wells can't do anything but collect spare hopes
in the form of spare change.

My whole life is a poem.
I walk
I run
I feel and i thinkandido
and everything is some grand art project for the gods.
They must be crazy.
Setting the universe spinning for entertainment purposes only.
My cynic meaning of life.
We're just a blink of an eye,
a firefly flash in the night.