Lacking pertinent qualities,
wanting movie scenes to be a reality.
And yet, being unsatisfied keeps me living
because until my plate is filled,
I will keep searching for more and more food.
I hate hunger,
it just makes you feel so empty.
Kind of like the side effect of loneliness you can get from life.
I would like a cure,
but maybe this disease is what’s keeping me living/fighting;
the last thing i want is to die,
so my goal remains the same.
I’m going to keep trying
for this fire that is continuously burning inside of me is hope.
Hope for the better, but expectations for the worst that is yet to arrive at my door sooner or later.
Created: Feb 10, 2011LesAnanasBananas Document Media