Comments about Paul Webb
imagery imitates my imagination with self-destructive disdain
the only happiness i feel comes from how unhappiness brings me pain
close your eyes, drink it up, nothing beautiful exists
I'm left rethinking my thought bubbles
stranded soaking here on memory lane
I theorize how appreciation sprouts as a flower
frightened fidgeting figures crawling up my eccentric stocky frame
you've changed me, put things in perspective
you've changed me, old selves all transforming in awe
you've changed me into a pessimistic pretender
waiting for my Layla Al-Aamiriya.
you put ...