School syndrome is back again. Frustration, tiredness, weariness.
The evil hands of materialism. (Fuck, been waiting for my ipod nano since 3 months ago)
Save my soul.
be with myself
cappucino on a rainy day,
snuggles in the warmth of blankets,
hot food in the arms of hunger,
huge umbrella of a stranger,
embraces in the rain,
smiles amidst frowns,
triumphs and singing of the heart
Raindrops like candlewax
Drowning in a
Solid sculpture, you Burning and cold.