Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
I huddle towards my bed at night like a thief, taking solace in the shadows, careful to never make a sound. Its 4am. The birds have started chirping restlessly, soon the day will be born again. Soon my tired eyes will wake to find everything looks old. Soon everything will be the same as yesterday.