P Mark Levin
TRUTH
Eyebrows raised. Pupils dilate, a smile awaits. I know what's coming next, It's the punch-line and I missed the whole thing, but I catch on and fake along. Day in and day out it's the same flow, so this is how the story goes.
KISS-FIST POETRY
Each morning I awake to the silent fate that I was meant to face. Luckily I've gotten the opportunity to put in a pair of ears and live life somewhat fake. I thought I understood what was being said, however, instead I fill in the blanks and nod my head. Just recently I was asked if I even understood the words that were coming out of their mouths...