The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
this is a short poem about how awkward silences seem to be more awkward unless the other person doesnt notice it
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?
I've never been able to display my thoughts. Longing and seeking, I pray that some can relate to the thoughts passing through my mind in a disorderly fashion. Read it how you please. I appreciate crit...
No Reception, Just Noise {by me}
Written about the struggle of the work days.
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
this is a short poem about how awkward silences seem to be more awkward unless the other person doesnt notice it
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?
I've never been able to display my thoughts. Longing and seeking, I pray that some can relate to the thoughts passing through my mind in a disorderly fashion. Read it how you please. I appreciate crit...
No Reception, Just Noise {by me}
Written about the struggle of the work days.