JUST LET ME STAND ON MY LITTLE SOAPBOX AND SHARE MY POETRY. BECAUSE I NEVER ASKED ANYONE TO GATHER AROUND AND LISTEN. I'M A WALKING CLICHE TIRED ASS KID OF A MILITARY GENERAL. HAVING SEEN THE DARKSIDE I MAKE THIS CONSTANT CHOICE TO REMAIN GOOD. BUT THE SHADOWS CALL TO ME FROM THE SWEET AND SULTRY CURVES OF MY LATEST CONQUEST. TIRED OF THE WINE AND HEARTBREAK. THANKFUL FOR THE WARM MEALS AND GREAT SEX. TIRED OF THE GRADING AND JUDGEMENT FROM SNOBBY PROFS. THANKFUL FOR THE EDUCATION AND ENLIGHTENMENT. TIRED OF THIS LITTLE POSTAGE STAMP SIZED APARTMENT. THANKFUL FOR MY CANDLES AND NOTEBOOKS. OH THE MIND. MY BEST FRIEND AND WORST ENEMY AT TIMES.
...I just wish I could take my own advice sometimes. I guess that'll come with age.
WILL AGE BRING PEACE OR RAGE?. WILL TRUTH BRING LIGHT OR DARKNESS? CAN I EVER TRUST SOMEONE ENOUGH TO HAND OVER MY HEART? OR WILL I'LL BE OLD AND ALONE AT THE END OF MY LIFE?
..It would be cool to have my own little place of my own. You know? A physical real-world recluse. An actual projection of where I go when things get tough. It would be deep in the forest of course. Surrounded with waterfalls and hidden paths and magical creatures. There would have to be luxurious fountains and little mom and pop diners. Those little spots with food for the soul. And a cool menu I can read about the history of the place on.
Don't really know where the fuck this all came from. But I suppose it being 5 am and having the shittiest sleep schedule ever can bring the crazy out of everyone.
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