Tuesday, 26 July 2011
Looking through, it seems so blurred yet, my mind is clearer.
I am more blunt than before,
shutting myself down with every chance
I, know this feeling wont last.
This escape through glass, a recreational tool, often for laugh but what good does laughing on your own bring
Lonesome on a self binge, Ill write my thoughts so as I wake
Ill read my truths whilst in that state.
My Breath, carries memories of moment Id rather not revisit
still, silently, it calls me.
if only I can divert or better yet.