Broken

Love
Fool’s Gold
Petty Pity
Heavy Jealousy
Heart holds pain like
Sponge in rain like
Memories of sane days that
Won’t go way cause
Different now it is but
Better than it was
Now falls down since
You’re living just because

Published by Kevin J

I think I write to try to explain moments that I don't truly understand. That's why I have a tendency to be wordy. The closer I am to minimalism, the better off I am. I also do it to keep records of what I was thinking at certain periods of time, so some kind of footsteps are left showing me how I got here. Looking back, it seems inevitable that I am where I am now; couldn't have been anywhere else. I don't have any goals for the future, except for trying to enjoy it. I'm the opposite of most people I know; I no longer want to know what is coming up next. I just want to create the road and ride, or not create it and ride anyway.

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