Its been a long time since the words have flown. Isn't it irritating how often there are myriad things running through the mind, but only a handful of them have names, while fewer come with faces. Yet all of them mean something, either in exclusion or as a tiny piece of the bigger puzzle. If only language had fewer boundaries. If only life had fewer...
Its a noisy cacophony one has to live in nowadays.
Its irritatingly noisy, this silence.
"Now that you've met me what will you do?
Will you try me or not? Its up all up to you
I can bring you more misery than words can tell
Come take my hand let me lead you to hell"
Can you see the flickering light at the end of the tunnel?
Wondering now, should I die by this one?
Should I wait?
Poem credit: http://www.anti-meth.org/poems2.htm
1 comment:
No matter how ugly; you Jump; so do I.. it's still the same, even today
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