the world sometimes seems so big, and sometimes so small.
how many people do we walk by, ignore, think are judging us, are even thinking about us?
i don't think about most people beyond a split second. think about their shoes or their coat or their hair or their glasses. that's probably all anyone thinks about me, right?
I was browsing the net when I stumbled upon this beautiful poem. Enjoy!
Crush test dummy
I love the brick wall
Went ahead to smash my head
To get close to my beloved brick wall
Could I be one with the beautiful wall?
My silly and blind imagination for the wall
Yet it stands still and we are still apart
I crush my self with the...