disclaimer;
I LOVE PICTURES!
BECAUSE THE BEST THING ABOUT IT IS THAT IT NEVER CHANGES,
even when the people in it do.
What you see ain't what I see.
Don't judge me, If you dont know me.
No one does.
You think you know, but you have no idea.
09 October, 2008
It feels good to have an opportunity to share with others how one feels sometimes.Disappointed today but on contrary managed to solve a side of a rubiks cube sadly left memory behind in th bus just now because character took over & logic had gone numb songs expressing descriptive words stinging emotions endlessly having nothing but fear eating self & common sense and differenciating was bought away too with a lady sitting there thinking how she was going to endure all of this how life seemed to cant wait for her, not another day to waste she must go now for what's right with two paths leading ways one could never imagine & how places could amaze oneself with andrenalin pumping harder then stones with quilts keeping them warm at night with the moon as light with streetlights being shut down because its getting darker & cant see lost in anxiety fear disappears saddist running around in circles being able to feel th way th world revolves & only one was realising how fast it was going to all end how easy it was to let go of such things & lust was biting th skin with teethmarks there act as a memory oh broadway it was with industries jabbing young minds of innocents educating oneself with knowledge as bitter as th truth media corrupttion & condemn th lives people screaming & shouting with picket signs boards yelling alphabets tangled in a bunch tht meant agony & pain hate stole souls & won no hearts but blood sun going down sunset captures breaths floating away in th sea problems gush out like blood being cut from th artery & veins deep bright red all alone with th rest of favouritisms partners fading denying th facts afraid to speak up witness the truth of some things run far to get away from creatures call it quits if like but dont give up exploitation of things in earth ugly some calculate affection measure abhorance multiply equals to reality check here thinking with a book writing real feelings bottling up sad
Deciphering my feelings cost your intelligence because with nil fullstops involved it shows that its going on and on but with insufficient space to fill too bad it ends there