operator, connect me to the rest of the world.
connect me to the people who will scream passion.
connect me to the people who will leak chemistry.
my moods have aged like cheap wine,
in an effort to feel free i have barreled these feelings up,
but they have fermented for too long, and now i taste bitter,
as if all the bad sediments have settled to the bottom.
or maybe its more like champagne?
i have been shaken in anticipation for a celebration,
only to be set down for the next year.
i am waiting, contemplating,
sitting in a stagnant state
hoping-eager to explode-all-of-my-feelings on someonesomethinganything?!
excuse ma'am, but where have you misplaced my mind?
About Me
- nickolai
- If irony was a language, my fluency level would be somewhere around the third year of college. These are my views, commentary, rantings, and thoughts on society. Sometimes through the naked eye, sometimes through a telescope, sometimes using backwards binoculars, or even sunglasses. Part serious, part sarcastic, part satire, part-humor. I am a twenty-one year old journalism student, hoping to get paid to do something like this.
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