Repetition

I want to speak and I want to scream and I want to have things to say.

But I have nothing to say except the things I always say. I have no words but the same words, that speak of misery and sorrow and absence.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

There is no such thing as "racism"

A Round of Applause

Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Fending off Panic

The Two Seperate Categories of Evil and Ken Jennings