By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2013 May 15 Comment on this Work [[2013.05.15.03.45.28073]] |
My thoughts are written here and there (in my yesterdays) disjointedly because nobody understands logic or light anymore nobody has ever understood me and they never will except for her so little child filled with laughter and mirth trying to dance as they reprimand you harshly for struggling to live just a little in the midst of madness piled upon mysterious madnesses do not let them dig your grave with stern hands and tired eyes (though I know you won't) you can not be contained or controlled by any simplified mannequin that forever holds on to the glory of its yesterdays you are a fire warming the bones of every single passerby you are the colours of the seasons seeping into every person you meet (and slowly but surely you are seeping into me) |