Saturday, 12 January 2013

Sing me to sleep. I'm tired and I want to go to bed.

It's funny how we have mood swings as humans. Like the little things so, insignificant details that somehow effect you. A few drops escape from a faucet and then for a day or two your drowning in the shallow pool and you feel sad and alone and you don't even really know why. I hate it when there is literally nothing wrong. Nothing. And yet you still feel as dense as exhaust fumes, a careless by-product of someone else's whim; Casually poisoning and loosening all those around. And there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.

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