the edge of a cliff, standing. looking hopelessly down below..
memories echoes faintly beneath me as rock begins to crumble.
a star shoots across the daylight sky, whispering words long lost to the sun.
as voices of the wind join in the melancholy chanting:
arent you a grown man? quit blaming your parents for everything.
a light flickers in my mind as I turn quickly to survey...
grow a pair it whistles, and fades into the distance.
what are you angry about? I quietly ask the departed wind.
its not a big deal to me.
EVERYONE HAS WOES.
-dookiefart mistergirls