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.
Friday, December 3, 2010
we walk away to see who will follow we hide because we want to be found we cry to see who will wipe away the tears and we let our hearts get broken to see who will come and fix them.