January 2011
At Noon, a poem by anonymous
darksilenceinsuburbia:
And then suddenly she was alone, It was dark, inside her.
At noon standing frozen in the street looking around, feeling empty of life, choking on others happiness.
And there she was, amazing in her fear, grand in her tiny body.
Her hearbeats all over town.
She can’t cry no more, she can’t swallow no more tears.
The rage is gone, she’s in a desert now. Blinded by the...
“They always throw around this term ‘the liberal elite.’ And I kept thinking to...”
– Jon Stewart (via quotesandgeneralfunniness)
