TodayA Story by LaFawnda
thoughts seem to appear as if in a slide show, except I don't hold the clicker...
I woke up with clenched fists again, swinging at everything in sight. This world, it seems to be more conducive to the insatiable appetite of superficiality. Sometimes I think I'm drowning in....well - just stuff. There's this boy who I whisper secrets to. He's a skeleton now and lies on a yellowed institution mattress. His bedroom wall used to be covered with posters of half-naked girls, but now they're covered in padding. Decaying with the rest of them, narssiscistally insecure and choking down pills just for a cure.
© 2008 LaFawnda
Added on April 5, 2008
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