half your life
and so much of your efforts
are spent in trying to shake people off
who want to be your friend.
in the hours that you could really have done with one
there is never anyone, is there?
or atleast, not anyone who would do.
i remember a pome from school,
that i had written,
about being surrounded by props of thermacol and clay,
while ur sinking,
or feeling faint.
u know they cant take ur weight ...
well, i guess u just have to keep standing straight.
what is this weariness?
this addiction to leaning.
that is the root of the problems.
you must run. or walk. or stand straight.
Originally Posted at Prerona.