The Crack. At this point, I find most effort is in vain. The rift grows, and I slide a bit more in both directions. The duality is becoming more pronounced everyday, with each side vying for dominance. The pressure is mounting, and I find myself either loving or hating. I find my mind either loving or hating the love or hate, circularly, perpetually. Does anyone know why the old tomato is?
Does anyone know what the old tomato is?
Circumventing the questions that arise, for fear of unearthing far nastier queries, I find myself avoiding mirrors.
I used to be much more intelligent, and much much more articulate. But there's "something vague that we're not seeing". I am really mourning the loss. I think I'm going to have to pull something together.
And, with that, I leave you tonight. Remember, be smart. Remember, you can always change it.
About Me
- Slade
- I like waking up early and watching the sunrise. I enjoy the simple things in life. There's nothing better for the sould than a fresh start. I'm entirely run by my spontanious urges. Occasionally I write poetry or songs. Once and a while I return to the music I was raised on. I hate being alone. There are a few people in life I would do anything for. My name is Slade. I like the colour teal. And pretty much hate America. Theatre is what life is for. I have a few passions. And a lover. Hablo español con fluidez casi, el amor y el idioma. I learn quickly. In general, and from my mistakes. I like looking out for people. And am proud to be my sister's guardian. I like social gatherings. I love theatre performances. Traveling makes me whole again. I need to learn to not get hurt. There's a lot about me... just give me time.
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