dark skies night skies. the wind blows, cool against my
skin. i watch people walk, rushing home, running back to
places where they're welcome.
some people just can't get enough of the spotlight. they
want to be the mysterious one, the star, and yet they want
to be the main character in the play. sometimes we can't
have both and because of this, some people cry out that
life sucks and commit suicide. human beings never cease to
today, i feel so ugly. but that's okay cuz so are you. i
love that song...though i don't know what the title is and
who sung it. still... i feel ugly. but that's okay.