February 2011
8 posts
I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know...
andallthingswillend:
How do you feel? That is the question. But I forget, you don’t expect an easy answer. When something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes, you can’t expect a bit of hope. So, while you’re outside looking in, describing what you see,
Remember what you’re staring at is me.
November 2010
1 post
