Angry words and thoughts fill volumes. A silent smile screams . The voids of life in an empty shell make for long and miserable days. The heart that feels but is never loved is just a dead organ. I write words but people never really see the pages I have written I speak but my voice is muted. I try to smile but it is broken and noone even notices. If you have the time, Read. it might help somehow. I may never make a dime from my writing, but as long as I have desire it goes into my words. People see this but never see me. This is my voice this is my heart. This is how and who I am. I dont care for polotics because people fail. Have heard the devil laugh and I have seen god turn his face away.
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 04:15:48 +0000