As more voices intruded
poked then prodded...
10:15 PM -
There's no sweet sixteen or forever twenty-one...
Childhood, like the white lacy foam riding on...
Gleefully surge on to the shore carrying exciting...
Cliffhanger
Teetering on the edge...
Her barren lands now sit naked
Just the signs of her dimise...
I am from shells, Marlboro Lights, and pita.
from the same old house I've been living in...
Time is slipping from
my hands, such that...
Doll wake up from sleep.
Ignorance and confusion about the strange world...
cutting my landline
cable set me free from all...
Stuck in isolation
for this virus thing is rife...
I know the sleepless nights are past and so are...
Now you talk to me like you can earn your own...
There are many things
that I want to say...