Wednesday, July 15, 2009 @ Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I sit by my laptop
Weariness etches onto my face
Yet they are unseen by she world
The music which is now unravelling
reflects my emptiness
I try in vain
To hold my fragile self
Yet, she is not here
I'm alone
My sanity is slowly fading
Into the abyss
--xoxo,
Imaginarist
Imaginarist