April 2012
and you wrote of death and fantasy, bewildered in a forest of dark thoughts
chasing the moon which only fade in time.
you spoke, into the cold
all that came out was cold air which disintergrated.
you spoke of him; fragments lingered on your lips
how they press so passionately across your thoughts.
the tides are lows, all is being revealed to bash your negativity against rocks.
time stands...
mistakes are inspirations.
January 2012
December 2011
in the new year, I want to grow up.
October 2011
September 2011
Watch
July 2011
im awake
i cant tell whats fantasy reality
yes. →
attending. →
June 2011
May 2011
