Snatch

Posted on April 17, 2013 by everburningcinders

Ideas teasingly sweep and swirl

Like small paper aeroplanes

Half sentences bloom,

A still green bud

Pen touches paper,

The words frustratingly do no justice.

About everburningcinders

So so...where to start? Well, for starters, I can say that I'm one of those kinds of people that don't care about their hair, or desperately need another pair of shoes. In fact, if you see me, you wouldn't notice me at all. I'm just the shadow, sticking to the walls, head buried in a book or eyes glazed over in a daydream. I want to be listened to and I want to be appreciated. My moral in life: Life is life. Believe in it and suck it up. I look forward to meetin' ya all!
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