</a>Ok. So time for a new entry. Last week was pretty weird. It seems that everything that could happen .... did. Oh and we actually had the police show up at my workplace. Asking questions. Yeah ... you probably don't want to know what happened. Heck. I don't want to know what happened and I already do. Wow. Did I just contradict myself? Woosh. Anyways. This coming week should be better. But seriously I am a mental wreck. Not quite sure why but well ... you know. Or maybe you don't. Although I am sure that everyone has these moments. I have been focusing alot of my energies into my art lately. Eventually I will be posting it all. Or most of it. Anywho... I will be signing off with my usual poetry. Enjoy my friends.
This shell,
What is it?
A fake smile,
Meaningless conversations
Filled with miniscule utterings
And big words?
Deep underneath,
A crouching, frightened being,
Sensitive to truth and light
Is hiding from the mockery
Of other shells.
Come forth
And show the beauty
That lies there
Under that depthless facade,
Or like a flower,
Waiting for a brighter day to bloom,
You will rot and die,
A tightly closed bud,
A shell and not a woman.
