Staring into a digital void, hoping my signal has been reached. Signs of love on life support. Unplug me and watch the batteries die. They don't recharge. No resuscitation.
Running from an inevitable future, only a few steps and a hurdle ahead of failure. Slips, sprains, broken-hearted dreams, unbridled debt, ditch deep. Hair clogs the drain as poor genetics take up residence like unwanted family. Bald boys aren't beautiful. Future romantic dates require a preamble, better bring a jacket for the cold shoulder. Six … Continue reading 36