Staring into the sky on a cold winters night, the snow falling around his silhouette, landing softly on his shoulders.
A frozen breath from deep within was released into the chill of the pitch black heavens. Scattered carelessly with the grand speckle of distant stars. The glow of city lights fading gradually into this abyss of emptiness.
He suddenly felt hollow. Meaningless. All of the minuscule little perfections he had made, minor adjustments to life were absolutely worthless. His head fell, his eyes resting on the shiny black dress shoes that had buried themselves within the brown slush of the dirty street.
He felt each of his pockets, going through a mental checklist. He had everything he needed. A rebellious thought struck him: What about what I want?
And he came to the realization, his eyes returning to the ceiling of the planet, that life was not about the pavement or the slush, instead it was about the stars and the snow miraculously falling from the heavens above.
He lurks in the corners, watching everyone. He watches everything, every movement. He never takes part in any of the action, never has. He has felt these restrictions all his life. What matters is who's thinking of you at the end of the day and who you're thinking of.
I AM A SPY AFDGDGDSDHFF Look at my spy's eyes. Eye spy some spy's eyes. I'm spying on your eyes with my spy's eyes. But no fly's eyes. Only my spy eyes. I spy my spy eyes.
Why can't I get just one fuck? Why can't I get just one fuck? Guess it's got something to do with luck.
8 comments:
espionage!
i spy with my little eye
Guns, Hounds and Dogs
.........I'm after you!....
- kids.
once i met a man.
i didn't know it at the time,
but he was a spy.
Staring into the sky on a cold winters night, the snow falling around his silhouette, landing softly on his shoulders.
A frozen breath from deep within was released into the chill of the pitch black heavens. Scattered carelessly with the grand speckle of distant stars. The glow of city lights fading gradually into this abyss of emptiness.
He suddenly felt hollow. Meaningless. All of the minuscule little perfections he had made, minor adjustments to life were absolutely worthless. His head fell, his eyes resting on the shiny black dress shoes that had buried themselves within the brown slush of the dirty street.
He felt each of his pockets, going through a mental checklist. He had everything he needed. A rebellious thought struck him: What about what I want?
And he came to the realization, his eyes returning to the ceiling of the planet, that life was not about the pavement or the slush, instead it was about the stars and the snow miraculously falling from the heavens above.
He lurks in the corners, watching everyone.
He watches everything, every movement.
He never takes part in any of the action, never has. He has felt these restrictions all his life.
What matters is who's thinking of you at the end of the day and who you're thinking of.
I AM A SPY AFDGDGDSDHFF
Look at my spy's eyes.
Eye spy some spy's eyes.
I'm spying on your eyes with my spy's eyes.
But no fly's eyes.
Only my spy eyes.
I spy my spy eyes.
Why can't I get just one fuck?
Why can't I get just one fuck?
Guess it's got something to do with luck.
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