Free*Thought/Free*Verse

I'm still alive. Just barely breathing. My fingers (obviously), still type. I am not using my toes. I have learned my lesson, I promise. I still have splinters buried under my nails. School desks are uncomfortable, but have not (as of yet) become unbearable. Subtract the value of learning from my self esteem. The variable though (darling) is face to face contact. And of course (not to be silly and forget this), our muted tongues. Or our metal tongs (but that's just being silly again). I have, you see, retained my sense of humor. Ahh, you might not find it funny though. It seems to be an acquired taste. I haven't yet gotten used to it either. But I've come to this realization (oh, what wonderful things we learn!) of something in nothing. Just kill me now, I'm not making sense. Just remember: your. . . words. . . truth. . . freedom, is nothing to me.


- posted by Jonathan@ 3:05 PM