The Journal of Christopher Shin Me Drunk and Defeated
04/25/2009 07:59 a.m.
Pastels flicker and my imagination runs like a million butterflies in my a cluttered mind as moths explodes into my dark soul. I shutter as the explosion tosses me into the arms of the red vines. My blood rushes and screams with smoke of loves broken and tossed like discarded soldiers. I grasp with feeble hands around the neck of the glass, and try the last glass of wine. Ancient souls scream for understanding as the scabs of understanding blinds me. I hug the air and feel the tearing madness of love, but the embrace burns me with ashes of a thousand laughs. So I sit alone counting the people that pass me by, and I am not the sky or the world. I am the pawn and the idiot with a cone hat. I am currently Bemused
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