1st April '07
When the day turns into night
When the lights leave the dark spaces within
When the surreal exists but shows not its mark
I rise from the shadows, to search.
When the knife cuts through the flesh
When the rain pours but can quench thirst not
When the mind keeps moving but is thinking not
I smile to myself, cause i can figure it not.
1 comment:
i like :)))
love the last 2 lines..
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