

Just SitLet’s just sit and wait for the inevitable. What else is there to do? Shall we walk and smile for you? Just for the benefit of an idealistic place? No. Lets just sit. Perhaps it’s not healthy, but is it healthy to be blinded, jaded and disillusioned by ourselves? Let alone others. I’m sorry, did I raise my voice? I don’t want to sound like a cliché now do I? But how do we even talk without sounding like a cliché? Let’s just sit, talk about shit, and be content in the fact that we have nothing.Just Sit
I miss that, I miss the ability to just stand up, throw my shit into a guitar case and take off. But we’re gettin


Return to poetry.The page is blank And so is my mind The white paper glares reaching to find some spoilt inner child but quiet is seems while teenage angst slips back into dreams lost is my muse in the trials of memory shifting like sand under wind and sky death is quiet now theres no time to die Join the masses take pride in the day before night comes and dreams take you away.Return to poetry.
Jez
and yes you may borrow that pic of Jez you commented on, I manage her page (mostly) looking forward to seeing what you do with it.
cheerio
James
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