Sunday, August 14, 2011

A mess

You rare escapist, dwell mind of mine. Blooming beautifully in this curl world wouldn't do it anymore.. Illusion, dreams are hunting me down. I used to spread the tendency of love and beauty of the world with my smile. But then sometimes I feel so empty from inside. I do cry as much as I smile. I feel human collar bones of air. I'm a mess, lost and you wouldn't find me until I find my ownself.