January 2010
2 posts
Fear
sometimes i feel like i’m moving too fast like i’m passing the world by and other times i remember that i’m just starting walking a lil faster than the rest of the pack scared that i’ll leave it all behind scared that i’ll not be remembered scared that it will all be in vain.
writer's block (part 10)
her smile is the one i want to wake up to bright something that can keep me motivated on the dreary days only problem is she doesn’t hear me can’t hear my voice especially when the band plays and so i put down the microphone and pick up a pen but every word written is said and lost again it’s like i miss her when she’s right here though she doesn’t see me transparent...
