Fallen and Attached

Your Voice so strong, speaks words so weak.
So empty and without sound.
Not even a breeze
to stir the leaves.
Fallen and attached

Incredibly close
to being real
How many words
can i write about you
Given a form
A love ill share

In the caves
we shave
our heads.
To let ourselves
breath


Alot of time has been spent recently filling out college application's and writing their essays. Its been a semi pain in the butt, but rather enjoyable over all. In the pursuit of originality its far easier to be a phony then you might think. I can take on this air of superiority when i havent a clue as to what im talking about. If i make enough vague statements they might think im intelligent. When you talk to someone that'll work, Say enough strange things fast enough, and they'll go, "Wow..i dont know what you mean," People mistake their ignorance or your "knowledge" for Wisdom so they must be dumber, BUT REALLY YOUR JUST SHOOT ASS AIR OUT OF YOUR MOUTH! and no one see's that...maybe they do. So often that can happen to me, Someone says something strange that really doesnt make sense, then when im a bit confused they suddenly get some sort of complex about it.How in the world can you NOT understand what im saying? Doesnt everyone think this way?"no..." Oh well i guess im just crazy then huh? NO! phony. I dont understand everyones constant need to feel that they require a psych ward.. No fun. Thats like wanting to go to the hospital...THAT is wanting to go to the hospital, but for your emotional brain and stuff.