What I write about might not be what I feel. It could be random. It could be about you, you or you. Or it could be about me. This is how I see the world. At least from what I saw through this thick spectacles.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train, I try but you see, it's hard to explain. I say the right things, but act the wrong way, I like it right here, but I cannot stay.