The weight of the world falls heavy on you, you keep bending until you break. I watch as they dispense the cure in your hands, and hope this time it will take. Instead this chemical, in all its pure form, crushes your very soul. You become changed, and slightly more deranged, and someone I don't … Continue reading Outside Looking In (Day 5) – Fog, Elegy, Metaphor
How boring it must be to be a chicken. Nothing to do all day, but lay eggs, and walk around a small tiny coop. They are so mesmerizing to watch. And fun to chase around the yard.