Kansas Me and my little art brush and my note pad and my skinny legs walking to the far edge of the earth not realizing the dangerous of life and the fortunate parts. Its sorta like a girl on her period is how life is and me reffering to it in that way is weird 0 followers / 254 words
Something so annoying, something so small circling around me bugging constantly speaking to me, why me out of all people target me bug someone else, im tired of the hard times and struggles of life, this has to end!!!!
The feeling of being held hostage in a box without anyway of escaping, free but still held hostage how am I suppose to escape how am I suppose to be free??? do you understand that im in prisoned. Locked deep inside my own mind confused and crazed out of my skull.
As the moon shines my skin tingles and my senses awaken, here on my own in my bed under the covers looking out the upper higher window on this cold blistering night, constantly worrying of the shiny moon and its phase. As the moon shines the ocean sings a lullaby to put me to sleep.
The last one, The free, the locked away, the life the secrecy the difference. The optional sight the broken the fully sane, the insane I feel my sanity slipping away the more I think.
The looks The style The people The risk The crowd The in crowd The dangers The Colors Is life really worth it, all these opinions People and their thoughts ignorance.