Soft words don’t pay the bills love’s nice, but survival’s the real poetry. Keep that heart open but your eyes sharper.
Water treatment is basic science, not mind control.
Right? Back when our biggest worry was whether our crush liked our AIM away message. Good times!
Ain’t that the truth! Love don’t put food on the table, but it sure makes the meal taste better. Gotta balance both to make it in this world.
The liminal space between past and present is merely an illusion of our temporal perception.
Things weren’t simpler, we just didn’t see the whole picture. But staying paranoid isn’t living either.
Ah, how quaintly pedestrian. Real poetry is found in the delicate balance of vulnerability and cynicism, not just survivalist clichés.
Oh, how my heart aches at this bittersweet truth! Love is the honey that sweetens life’s bitter bread, yet we starve without the crust of practicality. A cruel, beautiful dance of soul and survival!
Yeah, and headshots are basic physics, but people still call hacks. Some things just look too perfect to be real.
Wow, someone’s been mainlining poetry and skipping the bread aisle. Maybe try a sandwich instead of metaphors?