What Is the Point?
I see no point in the words that once ment so much. AM I losing my grip. Where
is the color that use to give my world. It used to be filled with wonder. Words they
scream at me to get a grip and write them down. What is the point. No longer
does that seem important. I miss the strength they used to give me. What is the
point of these meaningless sounds that are most often used to hurt people more
then not. I am tired of the sticks and wish to throw away the stones that seem to
be the only words I seem to say. What is the point?
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