I’ll always respond to you, even when it hurts me even thinking of you. I’ll always fuel for thoughts, your ambisions, your confidence – even if you feed on me for it. If I lie this way, with my ear to the ground, I can hear you knocking on the other side, and I hear …
Bless you little steam train, your brother is well. He sneased a puff of confidence. Beautiful one, so full of life – mind your head, little thing. Thw forests are thick this time of year. If it hurts, press it. Have you been here before? The skies fail, abd the earth seizes when you are …
leave me now, for you take the very best of me. defer your thoughs becasue they only do me harm. take away your yern, for it makes my heart burn, i pay my dues over infinity terms, of more I cannot take, for your demanding fee leave me now, for I dont know how.
With a thousand times of torturous intensity, I shout and scream and hurt and yell! I terrible wave of frustration builds an army inside my mind, crazy and primal my fears ignite and I feel the blood corpsing through my veins with tempestous blinding rage! Anger, fight, numbing death and the alimightly meaning. I am …
Out of the blue, another attempt to weaken my heart. My shoulders weep and cry into my ears. Why has she come back. Everytime I respose I give myself to her and with each breath I breath I loose life, for life is taken everytime I think of you. You break me down, so powerful …
What is enjoying life – what are the citeria? Am I enjoying life. I yearn for something. —This post was made with a trial version of BlogPlanet, a photo blog client for mobile phones. For more information visit www.blogplanet.net.
This point in time, this moment at where you are in life – this unpredicted waiting spot that you find yourself – is this where you want to be? Why will you not change it? Why will you not change it? Whay will you not change it? maybe you too feel like this? Why are …
Its wanting that drives me, that drives the world – the linners push and slide the path through the silky seas with such grace and ease. Its wanting to live, to move to future – but isn’t wanting to understand what is not here already – the future – no, its adpating to when it …
I often ask people what is important to you?
How can I think of you when its of you I most detest, my breaker my deciever, my morning and my evening and my fire, my fist and my smile – how can I think? How can I? But how much I try, in however I may, as I might, it will be a continual …