"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Mondays.How mundane they can be.Yet,Their importance weighs heavy,As the start of a week where you get to decide to let it all go,Or,Continue carrying what's making your knees buckle,And,Buckle.Trembling with each step taken forward,Towards a jungle too dark for one to foresee the outcome of their journey through.What Monday truly is,Is your chance to break... Continue Reading →
Birthdays.What are they for a recluse?Is celebration mandatory,Is it even an option?As every holiday zips by without any contact.You begin to question the meaning of your mistaken existence.But,What's the point knowing we all woke up,Suddenly,Without any knowledge of what life is exactly?I guess,Our lives come with meaning we must do our best to discover.A meaning... Continue Reading →
"Brush the dirt off of your shoulders! Can't do nothin' else!" Others would tell me as frequently as possible, even if their shoulders are stained worse than mine can ever be. But, as much as I despise the phrase, I do regardless of what I am told. With hands still cut open by the jagged... Continue Reading →
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