I don't know of a time where i had been more happy.
Even as the dips of a rough mental fiasco come, I am freshly surprised by the crooked grin of a man i never knew that i see before me.
That's me, that man with the crooked grin and a very odd but but golden look.
I don't know of a time when i had been more happy.
I can't help but to laugh in the face of my sadness at times.
Life is so silly.
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The Blooming of Madness
PoetryThe observer in me sees, and he feels deeply what he sees. This only allows him to be so many people all at once. This is why my writing is so scattered and can often seem like a contradiction: I live inside other people and i speak from their viewp...
