insignificant thoughts and rants manifested in the simple musings of an adolescent with time on her small uncultured hands.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
A scientific breakdown for words unheard.
So my words decompose, like rotting leaves. Leaving fumes of distrust and decrepid consonants. At the bases of trees, the piles fester. Much like apples. A summer's harvest Gone awry. They mean nothing.
1 comment:
No no no, your tremendous insight fails you for once. Your words mean everything, you must simply know to whom you must say them.
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