emilini, ask me for it tomorrow, along with password..


Withstand and Beckon Tr.us.tWalk outside, is anyone listening?Withstand and Beckon Tr.us.t
I've been trolling to myself again.
Didn't think anyone would hear me,
I know, well, i think that
I am protected, that if I have God that I am [un]alone, that I can maintain.
I can swallow myself inside
over and over and over again.
Sometimes I wish that I could be exposed [Maybe I could, should be] the bubbles burst never ever, no blue black ravenous tears for me.
I listen.
[I did, anyway.]
For too long I resist myself, fight the fatigue, which port


the AirportWe are on the same page.the Airport
Written word, spoken thoughts, not enough. Crisp dialogue for the restless mind,
vacant words, but i understand, I understand your
I don't knows, your questions, your blueberry pancakes, your
chords, major, minor, adding distortion
now.
And its repeated, nothing is ever new.
Again, and again, and the silence.
I can't say sorry anymore. To anyone.
Do I feel it? Yes, but somehow,
I don't feel its enough. But I am. I truly am.
And you know, you know,
you,
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If you look at the bright side of things too long, you'll be blinded by the light...
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hug someone. it makes them feel better.
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The Dream is Over
hehehe
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i wear my sunglasses at night so i can so i can keep track of visions in my eyes
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you are nobody. nobody is perfect. therefore you are perfect
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