missing...
miller genuine draft - bright flavor and a hint of hop fruitiness, followed by a smooth finish that glides over the tongue.
it's my turn.
a hint of saline in an otherwise Eden existence
a crack in a pristine ivory-pale shell
a peek into an eternal depth of loss and sadness and unrequited love
a gasp in an even wave of breathing
a ripple in a silent pablum motion
a pause to blink; to savor and torment a blighted spirit.
we've just met; already i am tired of you.
you pay no heed to others.
yet when you do, you are an endless well of calumny.
you want the world to fall hapless at your feet.
you are angry that it wouldn't give in;
angry that it cruelly etches your loneliness
into the glass walls that keep you within.
farewell.
your infinite sadness is contagious.
i fear for myself.
i have ignored my mental ramblings for as long as possible.
i guess it's time to get off that pill.
so.
just about now i'm at a loss for words.
i'm trying to speak but i can't.
hold that thought. let me take a long drag on my ciggie first.
uh, yeah. ok, that felt good.
i am at a point in my life where i feel everything is still pointless.
my achievements are that of an underachiever.
i am a loser.