Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Monday, August 22, 2016

i don't know what to believe in

you don't know who i am

sometimes i feel invisible

i sometimes feel like the biggest lumbering oaf in the room

so clumsy i could knock your nightstand over
from across a continent

too much sadness for one cup

overflows to bitterness
(the rust of the human soul)




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