Tired of this style. Cramping.

Brushin’ off the shoulders. However little, it is still that many grains of sand less. ‘Cause sometimes those grains of sands look like mountains, feel like mountains, pile up to mountains.

Faking the smile & creating habit.
-M. Jang

I feel like a thirty year old failure going onto his forties. & I’m legally/socially defined as 22. 

Believed to be the hard climb. Realistically a painful duck & tumble. Either way I’ve grown patience. Which ever way, I am detached. No different is the two with its darkness; and the adventure excitement of silver linings. The top laughs with a point at the bottom as the pit curses at the tip. I, the core, soaring with winds, bashed by rain; glides in the sun and jumps off of mountains.

Happiness. Longing. Waiting. Believing. Destroying.
Trust. Assumptions. Denial. Rejection. 
-M. Jang
 

I’ve got a car :) 
-M. Jang