
Reasons… For Being
I new something was up with the way he was speaking, it, and it just didn’t seem like him. Why hasn’t he talked to me today, I guess I’ll have to ask and to see his response. Living in this world seems endless when you’re with me; living in an antique world creates a hologram of memories in pictures.
This damnation feeling in my heart should have been in such a simpler time of morals and moralities. Round and round the sound of praise, enlightens the craze world of my own. Disgusted that you have not rung nor acknowledged my existence of being here, has made my heart cold and shatter to pieces of a tearless sun at the dawn of the day.

