Writing is my life but to sad is that I don't have so much of a life anymore. What does that mean for what I live for does it mean that I am dead? |
My pillow is dry,
I have wiped my eyes...
~this is one of my old school poems from over a...
p.s. not all factual (for people who know me...
How can I tell you
what I think...
29.6.2005
The silence consumes the parts that are ever to be...
Tick tock tick tock
alone in this house...
The darkness is there,
no give to the light...
This double edged sword
that falls on my life...
When we fast forward, three years from now. Who is...
Living in the shadows of an unsearchable truth...
Tonight I'll lay down next to you, although we're 7,623 miles away. |
"What looks like a box of rocks may be a box of rocks, but there are few people who can really make music out of them." |
The thought of today is the blood sucking leaches in society rotting and taking that we will become them even though we don't want to it's inevitable. |