I am a grain of sand.
falling, always falling
please review!! my rambles about the meaningless of modern society - we're doing ts eliot in lit, what did you expect?
because what do i need my soul for anymore?
new and improved, please read!
Maybe I'm heartless, but I'm sorry; if I hear one more sorry-for-themselfer blaming their wounded, opressed soul on "the others" i'll go crazy.
people who think that their interpretations of art are the "right" ones deserve to be shot. they're stifling the whole field.
There's this homeless guy who I always see near my block... i have no idea what he thinks about... but it's definitely something
about overcoming expectations and being true to yourself... how emotional :P
my first poem here... please review... let me know what you think... :)