mm.
eunicee jotted on Monday, July 23, 2007 @ 12:17 AM
why am i made to feel like i'm inept?
power of words. i suppose, it's understandable but indigestible. if only i could be like eunicesin and write out everything in broad daylight. in need of catharsis. like a, mimosa.
sleep seems to elude me nowadays. like a mindful of sandbags.
i want a keyboard, with plug-in earphones and be like crystal till the night.
likelikelikelikelike.
humans are an emotional bunch and human relationships are as fragile as taunt tightropes.
let me prawn my thoughts together.
