Standing there, looking in the sky, the angels tears tapping on my face. Screaming into the sky with a Jurassic roar. What is more, then a lost in faith. Begging for attention from the man above. Trying to meet him without paying him with a life.
Me.
I'm scared of the chains, mine. Bounding me to the mortal plane, in pain, and still sane. Break it for me and let me rest with you. Let me be what you want me to be instead of torturing me before I arrive.
Me.
Its all about me, not you. It's about me wanting to be happy, not you. Its about me getting what I want, not you. Its about me. Not wanting to be me.
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The Smile on my Finger
Short StoryThe world is large and confusing. Sometimes I receive thoughts and just want to place it down. Here are those thoughts.
