i leave my dark and troubled thoughts here, in the hopes that this is where they will stay.
Monday, December 26, 2011
all by myself
Require a pill of selective forgetness
Anger hatred depression sadness ... self pity? Go to hell
If i had words to make a day for you, i'd sing you a morning golden and new. i would make this day last for all times, give you a night deep in moon shine.
