Something to Think About
A sum of the stuff I can't tell her, the stuff I would never say aloud, the stuff I wish I knew, the stuff that I didn't need to know, and a whole lot more.
If you don't mind angsty teenage cynicism, read on.
If you like to laugh at the pathetic characteristics of my subconscious, please do.
But if you don't want to, you don't have to.
I am of a certain age and I live in a certain place and I am surrounded by certain people and they all have certain names, including myself. I'll name them as I please, and that will be enough.
Congratulations on getting this far.
If you don't mind angsty teenage cynicism, read on.
If you like to laugh at the pathetic characteristics of my subconscious, please do.
But if you don't want to, you don't have to.
I am of a certain age and I live in a certain place and I am surrounded by certain people and they all have certain names, including myself. I'll name them as I please, and that will be enough.
Congratulations on getting this far.
- Off my chest.
- Dear Marisa,
- The Truth.
- Thinking, too much.
- Escape.
- And then there were none.
- Dead inside.
- Dear Marisa,
- A conversation.
- Drowning.
- This.
- As I write this I'm laughing.
- So I guess.
- Reassurance.
- Fear.
- Let's discuss: Sexuality.
- In other words.
- The Realm of Possibility.
- The fault in my luck.
- Remember when?
- Embrace the moment.
- Right now.
- Another conversation.
- Here.
- As of now.
- An encounter.
- Silence.
- Self Portrait.
- Crying is my weakness