Now
Monday, January 23rd, 2006
I
display my true feelings through illusion
For
good.. abstract.. not honest
Assuring
what is sense.. have I had sense..
Avoidance
for so long
Rain
keeps raining, almost became my sense description inside me
Uncountable
Grain of waters
Thought
of my multiple senses
Touching
my soul completely
Rain
keeps raining, scratched all
The
emptiness.. the coldness..
That’s
my true sense..