

Burning booksIt's familiar. This place, but I think I might be stuck in glue. I'm unsure of how long I've been here, or where here truly is. All these sentences in my head keep running and I can't conclude the chapters of this novel(la?) I believe it began when I forgot what I used to know well. Somehow my smiles, illusive and genuine, scrambled. I don't remember which one is which. What mood am I in? Is bored a mood? Is apathetic? absent? Can I just skip the "how are you"? Nonetheless, I'm sitting here and I don't know why. This may be temporary, but then again I really don't remember. Can someone reaBurning books
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"Victims, aren't we all ?"
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