Recycle.
03/27/2010 06:37 a.m.
I am nobody of importance yet I want want to leave the mark. My body has marks of you and me. Yet only the thoughts of chaos linger in it. I drink each night hoping for hope. Only to find that it is gone by the morning. The light from the sunlight takes away any dream. The night seem only me to drag me back, and I'm sad all over again.