segunda-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2008
I want to ignore this
And it's starting all over again. My gaze turns inwards, and my silence speaks out. Every little second becomes smoke. Every little poem becomes a tattoo. It's kinda hard and I'm fed up. I want to see something completely different each passing moment. I want to experience something new. I want to know. I want to feel. I want to see. I want to ignore this.