josh88's blog
the blues
frustrated thoughts
stubborn words
so absurd
when these games occur
ill play race
and you play gender
american splendor
i give up, still they won't surrender
I Thought
What it must be to be a bird,
Fly so humbly above Earth,
Catch a solemn breeze,
make friends amongst sighing trees.
What it must be to leave the body,
Planted so firmly to dirt,