Wednesday, 23 January 2013


Sometimes you just want hate to consume you. So much so, you wait for someone to wrong you. Pure white like fresh milk, that’s no way to describe hate, but it washes over you, until you and its shade are one.

1 comment:

Juliana Mendes said...

In times like these, I tend to avoid people. Headphones on, legs taking me where Google Maps cant find.