Sunday, June 26, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Lost soul of a child
I can't remember the last time I've written a piece.
Held a ball point pen in my hand and felt the ridges on its sides...
Letting my thoughts flow freely and honestly on the pages of my mind,
But instead my thoughts are like a caged bird, where my mind is being crushed under the weight of the bars of worry...
Hoping to escape the non-existence of the very being of me....
Hoping to return home again to my lost essence....
Saturday, June 18, 2011
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