Thursday, 4 February 2010


The mist creeps back in casting it's shadow of nothingness over all that should be covered with warm bright sunshine. It isolates me from what I love and saps my passion for this world leaving me fantasising on how to escape.
Bohemian Rapsadoy plays over and over in my mind for it is now I understand that nothing really maters at all.

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