What a comical affair that I now watch from afar. I look, I gaze, I laugh at the cracks in who you are. You pretend to stand tall behind the wires built up from cries. All I’m left to do is smile down upon your lies. Who will you love by tomorrow? A coward and a fake screams through the pores in your skin. I thought it wouldn’t taken more to get you to mold in. You crawl and you...
People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together...– Chuck Palahniuk (via quote-book)
You’re looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn’t know. I...
The winter air blows harshly at the faces of the unknown people blurring together with the down town side walk. Everything is dimmed, gray scale haunting the color of the world. With snow wet feet I laid my track, pushing through the crowd, to await the arrival. My eyes set across the street and parallel to my stance is a somewhat familiar face. Colored, crouching behind the comfort of his...
Line up.” Dancers in Que lacking costumes, they skip with matching feet amongst discarded lines. No longer in studio, they enter the materialistic world without recognition. Feet flexed, spinning back and forth between isles, separated by stacked metal. Familiar faces at each end, unfamiliar in their unexplained reasoning. The rhythm is gone, they feel no need to dance. The three growing...
I myself am made up entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.