Jan 2011
the conscious line between our minds is absently pulsing
forgetting why we are here and never remembering why we cry
I am blind seeing you with closed eyes - nothing in my view
my mind just spins and sticks somewhere that has nothing to offer except sadness.
******* and your delusions
forgetting why we are here and never remembering why we cry
I am blind seeing you with closed eyes - nothing in my view
my mind just spins and sticks somewhere that has nothing to offer except sadness.
******* and your delusions
If only Writing like this were done more often... people would feel a lot better about themselves. humanity is fused into... ******* I make no sense?
