Fooled by routine.
I want to live, not only survive. So let me live. Let me break from these binds they’ve implanted in the seedy minds of our youth. Let me find and fulfill my purpose, then pass that onto someone else in this world. Let me be remembered as an imprint in this universe, beautiful and free. Let me leave no breath wasted, no steps encumbered. Let me live.
Tired and uninspired.
So feed me your dreams, your poetry, your endless strings of unfinished thoughts and lyrics. Feed me your nightmares, your curiosity, your wonder. Amaze me. Inspire me. Tell me something. Ask me something. http://mindievo.tumblr.com/ask
Thanksgiving in the suburbs.
Outside, the crinkled leaves hug the arms of the branches and the poorly painted blue-chipped fence and crooked street signs. The minty crisp air soothes and the sky is a lovely match of the monochromatic scheme of silver, rustic orange, forest green, and fading yellow. I stood in the doorway, basking in the ambiance of silver grey-white light, watching the cars fill up the empty street. Doors...
I don’t have the patience or time to feel.
“I thought I understood it. But I...
cry myself to sleep. okay.
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