Wednesday, February 20, 2013

00.07


I am this secondary water source, filled with mud and something the government thought was the equivalent of a knockknock joke.
When you drink all that I am, there is a satisfying feeling in the pit of your stomach, somewhat like an ulcer, and all the frivolity inside of me tremors with purpose.
Unfortunately, as the sun decides to pack up, and as the day begins to lock the deadbolt, I feel as though
I am exactly what I am - And I am, consequently, no stronger for it.

No comments:

Until the water runs clear

Close your eyes, There, can you see it? The lens through which you judge the things I say. It's just like mine, if you can believe it Bu...