Every minute a new thought explodes into a brilliant mimicry of my surrounding. Sometimes, it calms my nerves, but mostly leaving me in a fit of hysterics. Here I put down a part of me , the horror, the agony, the beauty of a dreaming mind ..
Monday, August 9, 2010
To the ghosts of my past,
I bid you, adieu!
Tonight as the smokes swirl
In thick clouds,
They bear no shape.
