I believe that the legitimacy of my shareing space is crumbling.
For over a year now I have been rambling mostly of only one.
Directly or indirectly.
After every post I make I look back only to say "really? i wrote that again?".
My writing style is plain
My format; predictable
And my topic; inevitable.
I am a man that is somehow still outlined by one life long accomplishment.
Through my career success
And through all my other relations
I still have nothing more to write about
Then a little girl
Who rocked my world
Then turned it upside down
Shook the jar
And then tossed me out.
I know everything bad about myself now.
Oh is it a list.
. . . A list I made on my own.
Im not a god fearing man persay.
But I have found myself to be very much of
A Jar Fearing Man
Yet I can still taste the jam and crave it dailey.
