Right now, I long to be alone.
This weekend, a charade.
This life, a failure.
My eyes, still unable to focus.
My mind, cannot be silenced.
Dread, my word for tomorrow.
And he sings me to sleep.
This voice I know, this person I do not.
About Me
- *amy
- And here it is, I am pushing forward towards this new way of personal expression. Doubtful that I will even incur a small following, and hopeful that I will keep it up and create my own sort of art diary/ portfolio. My intentions are this: documenting the creation of my art work from start to finish, along with scatters of text to remind myself why. Right now, life is just OK, but with this and other personal advances that I am making, I am hoping for more.
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