The rabbit hops
The dead man hopes
He's living still
But does he know
We don't know
If he'll ever know
This world spins
We walk around
Might as well hop
For the only life
We'll ever live
Rather than walk
Through dead man's eyes
This is the place where I throw down my struggles, my thoughts, my reflections. I will be posting stories, poetry, and whatever else I find interesting to write about. Here I let my mind play, I spill my guts, or let my creative juices flow. I'm honest with myself and you, the reader about what I'm thinking and dealing with, be it pretty or otherwise. So read on and see what goes on in the mind of a post grad who thinks too much, as I burn the midnight oil.
Trying to step outside myself again, think as if I were someone else... dunno if it's working, I'm a bit distracted right now, but I'm starting to feel creative I guess... so there's a feeble attempt.
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