Whosoever Cares Enough To Act Like They Do
01/27/2006
From:
5150 Real Life Way
Reality, Ca Earth 7
To: Whosoever Cares Enough To Act Like They Do
One wondrous day I was sitting in the shade with my hands pressed closely to
my face. Setting high upon the last chance to grasp what was left of my self, for a
small peace of mind to consider my life mine. I was crying with a smile so to
speak, so as funny as it seems at my strongest I felt weak. Never said a single
word all the while I spent looking in the mirror at an image I once feared oh so
much. Still I stay on the grind when the goings getting tough enough to crack any
ordinary man, which I’m not so I always stay ahead of the flock. With my secrets
and my feelings tucked away in a sock on the top of my runaway from list. Trying
to runaway from every bodies self absorbed cancers, I see clear now that love is
not the answer. Been transferred to higher states of minds, state your peace or
two cents and then give my ears a rest. I’ve been done with non-sense the
starting of the newest year I’ve every come to know.
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