Saturday, August 27, 2005
FrAgiLE
The way everything is going, seems like there is no end to this misery.
Every minute of everyday is like a growing cancer waiting to burst.
Expectations runs downward as the day moves to night.
Hope vanishes only to regain after a restless sleep.
I'm becoming fragile in every form of ways.
Waiting to crack to pieces on one ugly day.
25/8/05
Every minute of everyday is like a growing cancer waiting to burst.
Expectations runs downward as the day moves to night.
Hope vanishes only to regain after a restless sleep.
I'm becoming fragile in every form of ways.
Waiting to crack to pieces on one ugly day.
25/8/05
