i pace the floor,
i wear my soles thin.
hello world.
sleepless nights,
endless rides,
bellows of pain,
redemption from shame.
cloudless days,
prayers for rain,
thoughts disarray,
put together in place.
glass facades,
the inhumane race.
(from the 8th floor, after a lunch of curry)
burp*
1 comment:
mmm, are you interning jen? :)
hopefully you are having a great time :)
yorsh
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