One of those timesMore Like This
It was just one of those times really. One of those times where you just want to get away from it all. Whenever I'm about walking, I take note of the scenery, and wonder just how easy it is to hide yourself in the suburbs. I've even saved a few hiding spots, But I don't think I've really used any of them.
Anyway, it was about mid-day this happened. For the past few weeks, no, month's things had been getting heavy for me. University, exams and projects were a big factor. A few friends were getting rowdy and I found myself having to mediate them. Then at home the family was helping out with relatives from overseas that were staying for a while. Ad in extra social outings, and the whole thing was getting a bit too much. At times it was like the colour was slowly being drained from my world and nothing I could do would stop it.
Really it wasn't any one of these things that were getting me down; on their own I had no problem with them, nor should I. But all together I was being worn down, l
half a ciggaretteMore Like This
i still wish for some clarity.
so i pull you from my pocket.
you still taste old, but thats ok.
i was never one to knock it.
my mind is flooded with empathy
your parasitic tendancies fill me up.
i wonder if you're fading in my crossfire.
or if you had drowned in my coffee cup.
Minion Atwo doses hinge myself to a plastic door and mushroom kings.More Like This
forgive me when i slither my way back undawning of canning of the fawn
so as i passed i smirked, but only a little.
i'm a breadmaker in the winter too.