I cannot breathe, for the raindrops pester the sound of the memories that slowly fade away.
I cannot lie, for I have not yet ascertained whether the floor will hold me.
I cannot embrace
What is not there
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
I cannot breathe, for the raindrops pester the sound of the memories that slowly fade away.
I cannot lie, for I have not yet ascertained whether the floor will hold me.
I cannot embrace
What is not there
