Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Noise inside the quiet
Why do i follow things which lead nowhere? Give my homeless thoughts a name and i will take each day as it comes. If not thinking about the past is a gift then always thinking about tomorrows must surely be a curse. There is too much noise inside when you're not around. I begin to doubt if i am ever ready for anything. Rid me of my silence, keep yours from me.