There is so much I would like to write here, but everything in my mind is just too fuzzy to see anything clearly. It's like thousands of pictures, words and feelings running in front of my eyes. Standing in the middle of this relentless storm, I see myself trying to reach for a word... Most of the time, I graps a feeling instead of a word and then, instead of finding letters on the blank space, I just feel and think about what is the life I would have liked to live.
I'm an open book for anyone... Strangers, friends, ennemies... I would like to be known by as many people as I can speak to.
Questions, questions, questions... Most of them never even have an answer.
I'm an open book for anyone... Strangers, friends, ennemies... I would like to be known by as many people as I can speak to.
Questions, questions, questions... Most of them never even have an answer.
