The life in me

At the beginning…
By the end…
It’s only the photos you get of my life and nothing more…
Scotched to the screen…your books and wall…
All i know best is to disappear…
Then reappear…
On some road, some point…
The air I breathe and clouds I walk…
Still to you an escape shot…

I’m being old we need to talk…

~ by vashe on July 28, 2009.