nor have i created my own path.
i'm not on a road.
or a dirt way.
i am not walking.
or running.
i am afraid of standing still.
for the path afore me shall vanish.
and i will be left stranded.
with my conscious.
and i will be okay.
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
