troublerawk72 raza ruckus's blog: "stories from the criminally insane"

I spiral I work my way through the curves and I slip on the slopes I build myself up and then I spiral down and crash my hopes I see this maze of twisted ways and means I trip myself up and forget all my dreams I spiral so far down that I can't even remember up .the way I see things is not half but more like an empty cup. I dust it all off and start again. I smile in your face and tell you I am a friend but.............. I spiral