I have no doubt that the people we meet change us in certain ways, the things that they impose and share with us, creates a lasting mipressionable mark on us.Like life i suppose, as you travel , you are exposed to things on your way and you pick up , stuble accross , many things …
you’re behind a black box, like a secret inside. I’m dying to know what you’re doing that side, I can’t see you anymore, I hope you’re doing better than last i saw, You’re on the other side of my mind, being , i just wish i could know how you are. Sometimes i wish i …
Sometimes i like the weakness i feel, sometimes i want it to swell. Sometime i crave the weakness, the inferiority the vulnerability, sometimes i feel inspired , when i understand weakness. My life is cosmopolitan as features mutltiply.I wonder where all the birds have gone? Its summer isn’t it? Break me, take from me until …
I found this is my drafts folder, no address, i wrote it way back, sometime. I wrote this for you, its for you – i haven’t written for anyone else – it owes its being to you. I’m writing this letter to somehow figure out why, you are who you are, i suppose you have …
raining horses, like water droplets, galloping steeds in great hast at tremendous speeds.The skies are purple and the wind is gentle upsetting the hurly burly’s and the grass whisles in any diappreciation. The horses run awild, though the lands never quite out of reach, so scared this makes me feel standing here feeling the ground …
I saw you just the other day, you’re content with what seems to be everything, yet you drive me crazy in my mind, you’re like a misguided conception of something you hope but you don’t know.I can’t stand watching you like that – sitting there in the sun, reading that magazine, drawing on that servet, …
When i see you, you remind me of your mother, the times when i recognised my family, the people, who they were the point of familiy, the drive of motivation to talk to these people that share the same intermollecular setup as we do – at this level you could almost say are extension of …
I knew a girl once before, not too much concerned with hard-core – thats what i saw, she was once a friend , a person i could talk to, wrapped inside of her own misfortune, her mind strayed from something that i thought i new. From something i only see in few. i was lead …
Sorry My Family if odd i seem, my permission i give redeem, me, my soul for a nother . Someone that fits the profile and realises the dream and take my place here apon this chair, and look apon where i was, right there. and laugh and smile, I’ll just remove myself and wonder the …
Sometimes i think that people are sometimes destined for certain degerees, but it’s my familty that apon me feeds, Fucking boring, contempt with translucency and no sighn of communication and intentional fluency – they are my blood, my days are few and far, heer beneath my black hood… Its me , my life so misunderstood. …