28.9.09

Machine.

I hate doing drugs.
That make me realize who people are.

I think when I move out.
I'll finally enjoy company.

I recently realized I'm silent.
And people take that as judgmental.

I also realized I fucked everything up by thinking so much.

It's as if I'm watching everyone to realize what a human really is.
I don't like the hidden intentions.
And transparent insecurity.

I want to turn my mind off.
And maybe give myself a week of blind ignorance.

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