Wednesday, March 9, 2011

.existence.

Smashing their sugar glass spirits
Shattering their stained glass feelings
A clumsy oaf staggering about in a world of delicious fragility.
Can't bump into someone without chipping their finish.
If you shake my hand, I'll more than likely break yours off.
Seems I'm a sledge hammer in this gross candy land.
What was once pristine will be left crushed upon my departure.
In my wake- a cemetery of sugar coated memories.



-yep.