they are messy and devastating.
they are chaotic.
sometimes incomprehensible.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
in the jungle
sometimes I can't breath
i can't breath so i write
i can't say that what i write makes any sense
but i just do it anyways
a friend calls this feeling,
'an elephant sitting on my chest'
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