Poetry

Trying

I try. I try to do the things, the things other people do, do to feel right. Right? I try. I buy. They tell me to buy for myself. For myself, I share to try. I try. I try to share, but does anyone care, care to understand why, why I try, why I don't… Continue reading Trying

Poetry

Resistance Is Futile, Neo

I feel alone in this world as if the collective is insane and I’m the only one who merely thinks he is. Perhaps I should stop taking red pills. Then again, blue was never my color, except when I feel alone. Or is blue the reason I stay in Wonderland? Am I alone because I'm… Continue reading Resistance Is Futile, Neo