The melancholy parade of early adulthood is flooding my streets
with floats of responsibilities, banners of failure, twirling batons of lost dreams, and a drum corp clad in black beating my tune of dismay.
The procession drags on and finds a way to wind the roads of today and tomorrow to craft a never-ending loop of melodramatic exaggerations in my weary mind.
1 comment:
melodramatic exxagerations i love it.
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