My eyes are bleeding out the back of my skull and I’m feeling drowsy.
Since when did social media rectify our lives?Networking accounts that merely dissolve like paint thinner against our own pride?
I belittle the world as something expendablePeeking through the fingers of one, I am not sure; I am skeptical
Confidence is a quality; an aura of which you crackConfidence is a brother; a somebody to watch your back
I am not here, I am there; a fly swarming masses