I am,something.

Nauseated, everything seems so different in my eyes. In tears, the actions of my specie so hurtful, vulgar, beasts! Lost, an outcast, a thought so far from their aspiration, a fantasy so out of their world. An alien, unbecoming with growth, a peasant dreamer in their eyes, unwelcome by their ubiquitous, unanimous preconceptions. Fearful of the signs, my eyes with a speck of the vulture, winds lurking in the present horizon.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: