behind those plastic walls
so many words I dare not speak
grief which could not share
tears quietly shed

a closeted self

in denial
running away
a liar
me

this week had just murdered me

I can don't care about anything

but some things i just care

too much?

nope

a flower that doesn't wither or uproot
the soil that gives it life
inseperable

If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today,
beside you all the way.

-extracted from "If", David Gates

one of my most ironic attribute is the way I think

I think beyond simplicity

sometimes is just straightforward

yet I still read between the lines

well, irony because is a double edge sword

to kill at work, ha!

and to kill myself