I wake up
And feel down.
My heart sings
While my soul burns
And the fire-it feels good…
I feel at peace
When feeling uneasy
I feel at one with myself
But isolated from others.
Life
A strange kind
Of dichotomy.
Come and Read
I wake up
And feel down.
My heart sings
While my soul burns
And the fire-it feels good…
I feel at peace
When feeling uneasy
I feel at one with myself
But isolated from others.
Life
A strange kind
Of dichotomy.
A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts