A Few Brilliant Ideas...

People don't ask me what I think because they often overlook that I'll tell you if you ask because I'm an open book. It's hard to describe what the inner self is like. It's a maze to my own eyes, and in the dark I search for light. I can't light a match in here for the fear

    Look at the silly little human, look at how foolish he can be. That must be what God thinks of me sometimes. I know I feel that way. September 25th: a memory etched into my skull. Yesterday.            I ran from task to task, ignoring my decaying soul in favor of my decaying body. I watched. I