Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
People you have never met, can be portrayed a dire threat
Fleeing the war cries, they hear a voice, that can be yours, but its not clear
Or maybe it IS a drone, you let,
your votes sell, to pay a debt
If you looked at past letters, their lives can be, as yours Is.
This post should have been called why am I so dumb..But I decided against it. As you may understand later, I am trying to avoid using that word, the d*** word in writing. Let me start at the very beginning: when I was really… Continue Reading “On creating and destroying impressions”