Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Where The Wind Stood Still.

I never thought that my actual hope resorts to you.

My only hope.

And finally I come to term with the fact that I am losing it. Every minute.

Again, here I am,

Browsing them pages, your old pictures, and words.

Forcing me to concise everything in silence, between these walls.

I might not need to tell you things that have been tearing up my mind.

I just choose to stay, and live. For always.

1 comment:

Mia L. said...

I wish to meet you, and hangout again. I wanna hear it.

...are you lost, or incomplete?

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