Sunday, June 3, 2012

promises

 it's a black night and curious circumstances, or maybe feelings, circulate without strings attached or suitcases packed; i am alone with my mind at unease bellowing against the tender wind. uninformed ideas and such formed out of promises, more like assumptions regarding another, turn into weeping falsehoods. 

3 comments:

  1. thanks! (:
    i suppose you're right, Izdiher! is it the fact that it's shared that makes it normal?

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