listen in tens of a thousand miles before I fry internal joined by smiles for christ enjoyed that stretch mind in hands full with no escape clawed to the bottom in ideation it's one day in a life turned inside frown appears formal.
listen in tens of a thousand miles before I fry internal joined by smiles for christ enjoyed that stretch mind in hands full with no escape clawed to the bottom in ideation it's one day in a life turned inside frown appears formal.
Attention all: no longer shall I burden you with what ails me! No longer shall I proclaim bold stances, shout ill thought solutions, or type wary claims of clarity for all to see...
No… from now on, I will fill these pages with the fiction of my life, not the bare, hard, sad truth. Look to me no longer for soulful reflections, thoughtful dissertations, or peculiar confessions. The man known as Rob will no longer be an open book; nay, fine reader. “Closed indefinitely,” says the sign o’er my heart, for I’ve locked the door, with the key safely inside.
I now declare myself repressed, and better for it.
