The rain is falling
but my spirits are up
I am continuously wandering from one place to another, trying to make sense of things and comprehend what my mind allows me to. Though I may remain motionless or conscious. Or I may be having dinner, tea or drinking to the state of drunkeness with friends, I am traveling. I am attached to the realness of what real is, and yet detached and untouchable by the world. Though I am here as tangible as can be, I am not. I am a restless soul trying to find a sanctuary.
1 Comments:
Hoy. When the hell will write again, woman? I memorize this entry already. Gimme something to work with.
Ciao, bella! ;-)
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