dilluns, 22 de novembre del 2010

NOTHING TO WRITE HOME ABOUT...

Loneliness, all keeps quiet and silence takes it all. Such a thick fog clouds my soul and thoughts have already dried up... How odd! I have got stuck in confusion and thoughts just do as they please, wanting me to let them be... but it’s not that easy: there’s something that pulls me to back down my steps, all myself have to put up with it. Where are my spirits? By now I certainly don’t know, my thinking is a storm of tellings-off and I don’t feel up to make way towards such rough scene. Even though I count to three and try hard to pick up the value that makes it all turn out perfectly, it’s not a good day for certain. A cloth holds me and doesn’t leave me alone with my flashes. I’m lost, but there’s nothing, after all, stopping me to carry on from now on... Let’s have a go on it, though healed wounds will never disappear!

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