where does one go when there is no place to which you belong? to whom one must converse when your words fail to resonate with anyone. to what extent one can watch the world go by and still become enraged by how petty and shallow people are and yet yarn to be amongst them, loved and cherished? to none I can offer a solid answer, I can confine of what truly turns and twists in the gutters of my overflowed mind. as I quill this arbitrary entry unrest has taken over the city, no, the whole country, but I could care less about my freedom; one that if I had been asked...