December 2009
9 posts
And maybe someday we will meet, and maybe talk and not just speak.
As strong as you were, tender you go. I’m watching you breathing for the last time. A song for your heart, but when it is quiet, I know what it means and I’ll carry you home. I’ll carry you home…
These are the times when you just feel the sorrow of everything that has been going on in your life. Why can’t I?
Btw...
Maybe it’s time for miracles.
My accidental feelings.
Yeah.
Of a kind now existing and appearing for the first...
I just want to burst out of everything surrounding me and get myself to new places. New scenes, new agendas, new environment and even new problems. As long as it’s NEW.
*knockknock*
But I’m not listening for the right words anymore…
I’ll just take what’s left.
