Sometimes, my muses take me to dark places...heres a sample: If you passed on the street, you would try to do just that--pass me. You would look down, take a sudden intrest in your shoes, stare at a blank wall, or the latest fad, pull out your cell phone and send a text to yourself...in the first instant you saw me, you would gage that I do not have 6-pack abs, I do not have a six-figure income, and probaly dont drive a $60,00 sports car, or suv...therefore, I have nothing to offer you...therfore, even the basic recognition of my exsistance is too much for you...keep walking... My words can inspire, or incite, dispage or delight, bring you up, or take you down, but youll never know... To be sure, the outward image I project is not one of popularity, or prosperity, but that doesnt mean that simple eye contact would damage your sole... but youll never know...how many people that you pass by each day, as you continue on your way, do you try to ignore? Escpecially me... Because I am shadow, form without substance... I am the dirt beneath you feet... I am nothing...
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 20:49:55 +0000
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