its nothing that i wasnt aware of.
a broken shoulder, a tired soul, money crunch, hating the civilization......and above all hating ur ownself because u know the reasons why u went there wasnt accomplished.....be it the destination.....or be it what u wanted to run away from!
now when i sit on my bike to ride till my office.....my shoulder doesnt supports the idea......it rebels....every now and then it sends me signals ..... begs me to stop.
everytime i get high, my soul asks me to sleep before i start thinking too much again.......or end up speaking myself out.
it will end soon.......all i wanna see.....how soon!
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