February 2010
3 posts
This House.
This household is full; yet empty.
This household is whole; yet broken.
This house is fake. Laughter is plastic, and the smiles are self-generated. When one smiles, they are signifying the fact that they are in pleasurable company. But where I am now, smiles means absolutely nothing. Where is the love in this empty household? There is tense, bitter laughing, but no warm, welcome smiling. When I...
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The Planet Was Born Today.
My name is nothing new.
My name is nothing.
My name is.
My name.
My.
My name is nothing to focus on. The east coast of USA is where I was born, and am currently being raised. Street lights are what guide me on my midnight walks around this familiar suburbia. Scribbling in journals bores me, and I find writing online, and expressing myself through artwork and photos much more interesting....