I Sometimes Hate LifeBlacks and whites blur into a grey haze The dark skyline embedded into the overcast sky watches over the small figures below as they go about their futile existence The enormous pain they carry is hidden and ingested in secret as they go about... See More » (1)
I Sometimes Hate LifeLife is pushing up and pushing down with its quills The blues become more than singing about them can remedy Could this existence be Hell or another kind of purgatory? Guilty as charged with no chance of parole? The sun and blue skies... See More » (1)
I Sometimes Hate LifeWhy is it that people have endless things to say when they’re trying to prove a point (like arguing for instance), but then when it comes to being empathetic, they’re mute? The world has come to a place where people always argue with one another -... See More »
