miércoles, 9 de junio de 2010
I'm unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined. I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand ending unplanned. Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. Looking for something in the distance, so close you can almost taste it, realase your inhibitions. Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in. No one else can speak the words on your lips, drench yourself in words unspoken, live your life with arms wide open. Today is when your book begins... the rest is still unwritten!