Thursday, March 8, 2012

Rome, Romance, Object, Drug, and Gold

A little confused, being bursting yet tired.

I know there is a simple life out there, yet in all my experience, I'm unable or unwilling to walk it.

I know little, and least of all know myself.

"To thine self be true."

I fantasize and I consume, I run from countless loss.

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