writing is my ultimate passion. it's unavoidable, endless and timeless.
Don't you get it?
I did all I could.
Everything in my weakening power - just so all is understood.
Now the feeling is less than weak,
...
Your influence on me
is like a plague.
Vague but spread.
It hides - in a sense.
...
Going around in circles,
beneath my eyes are bluish black,
there's nothing new,
no one I wanna talk to.
...
Like frail little dew drops,
they cover the ground.
Their colors swirl and mix.
Almost like a living rainbow,
...
Tell me what I'm hiding from you.
Because I think I'd like to know.
That's the problem with you these days -
Assumption under your belt -
...