January 2012
December 2011
Une fin peut être un début: Thoughtless. →
aurevoirmoncheri:
Rain, Rain, never leave the path,
Without the trail, I might stray.
The only feeling of thunder crying,
And never will I understand this weight.
This is life just beginning,
Speak the words but I do not follow.
If this is the rise why am I dying?
I am numb, empty, all I feel is…
