Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. ~Terri Guillemets

Some days so many words rush to my head,

But I don't know how to say them
So I write them instead


Tuesday, October 5, 2010





I do not like being human. I wish I was another thing.
Maybe an animal, maybe the ocean.

I do not like being human. What have we achieved? It is true we are getting better at solving the mistakes we have made.
But, they are very silly mistakes, that should never have been made in the first place.
I wish I was something else.
An animal who's priority is to find a family.
An ocean who helps people and is home to all.
I do not like being human.
It doesn't feel right.





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