Wednesday, November 21, 2007
How Make Draught Sausage
sad How much is the dawn of a sleepless night.
does not end one day, not another begins, only the agony continues.
Purple is the color of my eyes.
remember having ever had.
Even as a child in the photos I have ever.
my nightmares I have no color contrast, and have no form, and certainly no sense. Even those
remember them ever had.
But I do not have early childhood memories.
Sometimes I'd rather not sleep do not dream.
Tonight I'd rather watch any of this nightmare.
I was tired but I could not sleep, and now I am even more tired and do not have the strength to do what I have. Too many thoughts
the head do absolutely fine.
I just, I never.
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