Like the white,
Like the stars,
Sweating and feeling cold at the same time.
Drifting away in the middle of a conversation.
Not really seeing what’s in front.
Not hearing what is heard.
I’m listening to songs,
That has all the wrong words.
I’m trying to find myself,
In this peaceful messiness.
I’m trying my best,
Written on Wednesday, 18 February 2009 at 05:41