I chase my desires. Hoping to reach them. It's like playing tag, But I'm the fat kid. I run. I pant. I sweat. But in the end, My desires, the still slip Through my hands Like grains of sand. I'll try for a little longer. Maybe until recess ends. Or maybe I'll quit early. And walk off With my tail in between my legs. Damn that desire called Love.
I hope my forcasts of my life aren't confusing you....I try to describe my feelings through them but I wonder if people get the metaphors...Maybe...Well...it's time for another entry from my small handheld journal
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