I live with this empty weight on my shoulders, my ego damning the constant flow of mediocrity to the best of it’s ability.
Optimism in society merely a spirit, presented transparent.
My tongue from another, lost.
So I live; forming cryptic pleas in hopes of embrace.
Yet none spread their wings.
Thus, I fall with neutrality with my own arms open.
You know.. for winter.
I think planking is one of the most stupidest new-age crazes.
Never thought I’d see the day where I’d be the old guy hating on the younglings.