a for amanda. the playlist keeps changing but i do not.
i like what i do whatever i always do. dancing in the rain, sucking it up. gimme the sun now, i'l love you to bits.
Friday, June 22, 2007
the following is a work of fiction. any resemblance to any person, location or incidence is purely coincidental and fictional.
the day has came to an end. deep down inside, she cries and complain. it takes more than a word, more than a smile, more than a step and more than an action to stay in the shadows. to hide is an understatement. she feel it's fine to keep things in the beginning, but at the end, she can only look into the mirror to see her agony. it bares out her soul. only through the mirror, those tears show. the blood trickles down. she turns around, back to reality and smile. her hands find their way onto her cheeks. they're dry and there's no blood. is that a smile she's putting on? or is it just a mask? laughter is the best medicine and a positive outlook is the way to go. but does she have the energy left to hold up that mask?
she's a lone ranger. fighting it herself, by her own. will you come to save her? will you come to help her? or will you stand there and watch as she comes to you, almost breathless and dying?
Friday, June 22, 2007
the following is a work of fiction. any resemblance to any person, location or incidence is purely coincidental and fictional.
the day has came to an end. deep down inside, she cries and complain. it takes more than a word, more than a smile, more than a step and more than an action to stay in the shadows. to hide is an understatement. she feel it's fine to keep things in the beginning, but at the end, she can only look into the mirror to see her agony. it bares out her soul. only through the mirror, those tears show. the blood trickles down. she turns around, back to reality and smile. her hands find their way onto her cheeks. they're dry and there's no blood. is that a smile she's putting on? or is it just a mask? laughter is the best medicine and a positive outlook is the way to go. but does she have the energy left to hold up that mask?
she's a lone ranger. fighting it herself, by her own. will you come to save her? will you come to help her? or will you stand there and watch as she comes to you, almost breathless and dying?