jhazz
down bellow where waters fall, i ran to hid behind the tide. but little could i find when all was lost, the way back up at any cost. if i prevail, i wouldn't try. but i only fail. i'd never fly.
hearts the game. up the river down the river. always playing cards. them the cards turn real. we're up and down, losing yet really winning, holding the queen of hearts to trump.
abstract. my whole life is abstract; from the way i think, to the way i feel. i have not one straight thought in my body. it's dark and deep growing down, and tunneling. it's unreal.