There are things that I just don't understand
The whole world. It's so
overwhelming
But I can't take small doses
Nothing small
I need more
Always more
I stand too firmly
My feet don't flow with
everyone elses'
They stay
Not moving
Not seeing
A glance caught
A step taken
Nothing changes
I return
Not understanding
How
Why
All I see is red
About Me
- lorax
- I’m a reluctant Southerner starting adult life in New York. Between causing mischief across the globe with my buddy, the Lorax, and making mixtapes of nineties lo-fi; I seek the best word to fill the "occupation" box on tax forms. Writer? Filmmaker? Vagabond? Your bet is as good as mine.
1 comment:
Well written. I approve. Both of style and of content.
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