Thursday, June 5, 2008

Cold winds blow from your heart and hit me in icy spirals, while I sit and stare at God-Knows-What. I try to think, but it's too much effort. Giving my words a meaning, too, too much work. Let the conversations be empty, and mind numbing. They're just a harmless reminder of what the world has come to, really.


Zh. said...

hey cutie.
whatever you do,don't.stop.writing.
honest heartfelt advice.

Opinionated Jaahil said...

Ah I can't stop writing.
It's one of those habits that don't die.=)