I know it's only about noon, and too early to know how my day has been or going to be, but I honestly have nothing on my mind to share. Considering I didn't have a dream last night, and I now hate the color of my nails.
I have the same first name of my mother, the same middle name as the girl I hate, the same last name of every member in my family, cigarettes, a beach, a newspaper, an explorer. How am I "me" if my name's connected to every element of my surroundings? Or is it set up that way; each life bound to another, and each bond linked equal. What about love? Are we suppose to love equal too? Or just be bounded by it and realize we're suppose to love ourselves equally.
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