Tuesday, April 14, 2009
No More ME

I've realized, everything seems singular.
Hours seems to tick slower than I've imagined. Days rolled by and I'm still stuck counting back at one.
Knowing the fact, I couldn't seem to adapt with the whole new revolution.
It doesn't matter to you in anyway, isn't it?
Assumption seems like a second to nature in own self. Words you've trade with these artificial eyes somehow blends in the memory soon after. Modifying every portion of the whole ingredients; making me as the prime object. It doesn't matter, still. Practically, everything seems all like a piece of mistake when it's reflection. And assuming, you make it the whole picture like I've got nothing to lose.
The factual truth;
it does to me.
Signing off @ 8:37:00 pm |
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