It’s a tad bit profane, and might drag on for a bit :[
But please don’t let that make you shy away!
Adam is just an average guy that seems out of luck and out of touch with the world. With his job not making his life any better, he’s struggling to make ends meet, and even gets threatened to get kicked out of his apartment by his roommate, Abigail. When things seem like they couldn’t get any worse, Adam’s life as he knows it changes, and all of the first world problems he thought he had wouldn’t compare to the things that he was about to face
If I don't press the publish button by midnight tonight, kill me.
It’s time to hunker down and finish it.
Make sure to check out the book I’m about to publish called Finding Adam!
Adam is just a college graduate that seems out of luck and out of touch with the world. After losing his job he had drawing concept art for a company, his new, minimum-wage nine to five job is just another tentacle that continues to drag him down to rock bottom. After a history of prodding and pushing to no success, Adam soon gets threatened to get kicked out of his apartment by his roommate Abigail.
When things seem like they couldn’t get any worse, Adam’s life as he knows it changes right before his eyes, and all of the first world problems he thought he had wouldn’t compare to the things that he was about to face.
Her eyes would show me How to look at hers Her shoulders would show these Tired ones to brush with hers Her arms would comfort My body locked in close Shadowing a seemingly Empty vessel Protecting me my Tarnished soul But there are always Other hands Other arms To break her hold
My mind is just a bucket of gray matter Of whites and blacks mixed in a jar Until time crackles and Develops these Valleys of scars Having trees of Good and bad Shaken until these apples Called marbles fall on glass floor
Like a set of thunderstorms, each day brings rain. The sun cowers in the corner, placed there by the child. Always thought to be shining, but that's just crayon.
Shattered like concrete on hammer Or chalk smashing against drive way Like a splash of rain getting suckled into gutters It’s remnants falling farther under Rain’s perfect melody to crumble Like the rhythmic roars of thunder.