Re-reading my old poems
I’m thinking about my past
Again i write to kill time
again its boring
but i find myself doing it
anyway
pink pills for your sanity?
pointlessly going round in a circle
i feel like a friggin’ gerbal on a wheel or something
and its always painful
remember that day
with the skateboard
remember that one with the bench
the basketball game
i’m done
I’m trying to keep skateboarding and think of the present. harder said then done, when stuck to a boring life ruitine.