Saturday, 1 February 2014

no need.

trying to hold on, trying to be right. Though wrong keeps me up in the middle of the night, my head a buzz thinking of what was. and knowing it will never be again. i walk in a cloud, to much to soon every morning the alarm sounds of doom. what can i do but get up. the feelings dont let up, but i guess that is life and life is what you make it.