venerdì 23 gennaio 2009

All my fears fall on deaf ears.

You will do foolish things with enthusiasm.




This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down. So the placing goes slowly, the pictures of anything other than it's meant to be.

But the hours they creep.
Patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned.
You know, I'll be fine on my own.

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