I've looked at life from both sides now From up
and down and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall. I really don't know life at all.
I’ve tried very hard recently. Very hard. But
I can’t seem to figure it out. What’s the point? And I don’t mean this in a
dismissive, rhetoric question kind of way, but genuinely. What is the point. Of
life. Of existing. Of me. This may sound depressing. It’s not meant to be. Just
currently I’m still at the ‘in between’ phase. I haven’...
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