November 5, 2007
A walk through these empty streets the houses arranged the same and so neat. Both repulsed and at ease for the lack of color, excitement, difference, it’s a need I want to holler. Through the tall trees the sky is blushing, they the only colors around, and it is crushing how this system abounds. Twisting and turning along every road giving up on ideas of something unknown. Who are these people? What have they seen? As they’ve grown feeble and lost their sheen, the desire to stop desiring has settled in deep, in bones, in homes, all along these streets.