Yeah, hmm...

Hmm...

so in the absence of everything tell me what's left? what do you use to punctuate our lives... not every soul is deserving of a legacy? i kind of hate my life in its current state... it's stagnant and it lacks any true form. i am pregnant with ideas that get aborted before they gain any traction for birth. but it is what i make it right? who else can decide but me? and if i don't want to make those decisions? hmm... there it goes again more thoughts, becoming more random and caustic... i'm an idea merchant working the lobby of a flea market... a blowing seed...