It carries all that is personal and close to my heart. It is the vehicle on which I ride. It is nice and exotic but unreliable. It shows me the doorways, but not the path. it takes a different direction from where I want to go. Ironically, I ride on what I can’t trust. Life … Continue reading Unreliable
Soaring high In the sky Little star Envies the moon Not feeling Confident….. Eerily quiet
Did I say I don’t like you? No. I’ve always shown respect. The fake clipped accent, ostentatious style statements, streaks of manipulation in your smile, fabricated warmth, mocking voice and oh, the depth of lies in your shifty eyes is all anathema to me. I show respect which is not your due.
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