Words! Excuse me while I turn your comments into a poem...

Ice-cream remnants pooled at the bottom of your bowl
Could drink it now but it would no longer be cold
Black coffee steam condenses closely on the lens
Flashes capture lines and hues, they gently blur and blend

Going slowly crazy and then quickly insane
Falling into dreams of the mentally deranged
Visions of the future in a dark, low resolution
Forecasting your evenings of short-lived absolution

A pure sugar high doesn’t let your brain know why
The sweetness no longer makes your tastebuds dance
With salt in your wounds is it hard not to choose
A shrunken core over fruitless romance?

Slowe-ly going insane

Need to write

give me some words

Sick

Aaarrgh God, why am I so crap?










That's why we have Jesus =)



Happy Easter everyone.

Random

Found this taped to the glass of one of the shelters at Victoria Park bus stop yesterday...came back today with a camera just to take a picture of it... *click to read*