Hours became days, Days are years now, The night sky is still bright. Time dances around me in circles, As changes shove me into a maze.
I remember a time, not too long ago, exclamatory marks (!) were used to exclaim and emotions were expressed through heartfelt intonations and vocabulary carved a picture
Different philosophies float in the air and we get a whiff of all as we try to make sense of this ambiguous world. Everyone believes in
*Am I fat? Am I ugly? Can you see my cheekbones? Can you see my collarbones? Is my six pack sufficient or do I need an