La vie, c'est n'est pas simplement respirer, c'est ausi avoir le souffle coupé
Friday, September 7, 2012
There are some long nights, rolling under covers meant for more than what's beneath. Words run through your head crashing into corners turning into letters- becoming words (I still love you) Best remedy is to forget. Still thinking, now writing- somehow it makes more sense put on to paper- some sort of extension of reality- a somewhat false( yet fully true) story of the situation. Undefined(entirely preventable). A few more cups of coffee. Another sunrise-sunset.