Is that a Wall? Who built it? Will it ever fall? Does it separate us? As individuals? As a group? Does it even exist at all? Who's to say? It's just the Wall.
"I don't to live like you, and be just another clone. I don't wanna be popular, I'd rather be alone. I don't want your addiction, I've got one of my own. 'Cuz I've been bestowed every episode of Star Trek ever shown."
-Warp 11, I Don't Want to Go to Heaven as Long as They've Got Vulcans in Hell
1 comments:
Nice first poem for your blog. For the time being, though, forget about trying to rhyme...Just write from your guts.
I also really like the aesthetics of your blog.
Great work!
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