| Saturday, May 21, 2011
there is always this emptiness, that perhaps everyone has within them.
it's not exactly a nice feeling, is it?
it's strange.
strange how it comes after a period of joy and laughter,
strange how it comes when you're listening to a happy song,
strange how it decides to invade even after you decide that there should be less dank dark depressing (hey alliteration, how are you?) posts here.
but this world is a strange place,
just like jam, berries, kappa, manna, hummingbirds.
so many things, destroyed and left to die parched in the unforgiving glare of the sun.
don't mind this, really.
the purple piggy oinked 2:50 AM
