Viva Theerose

'I write because I know how, it’s how I breath, it’s how I know. It’s my weapon of all weapons, drawing the silver linings to clouds, giving pictures a meaning and colors definition. I write because I think, I think too much and do too little. It is within my burning soul to write and somehow find answers in between those lines. To tell a story, maybe a survival story , maybe to record that I was here and I too somehow made up this universe during my time. Let me write… let me breath. ' Amanda

Friday, August 8, 2008

Extra baggage on my back

Walking down the street and the weight on my shoulder shift to my back. It gets heavier and heavier each step I take. Now you're just extra baggage on my back. I carried you and your bullshit for so long now its time I let you go. You're suppose to be a man and hold this shit together but all you do is tear it apart. First her heart, now her soul. Extra baggage thats not even useful. I used to carry you on my head like a crown but yo you devalued yourself to nothing. It used to be an honor to have you but now you're like shit. You don't respect yourself because if you did others would have respected you. I used to trust my heart and my soul with you but now I guard it like never before. I should have thought about it before i made you my baggage but you're just extra and worthless. You put all at stake just for something thats replaceable. Extra baggage, worthless chump change.