"life is like a never ending canvas..you paint it your own way and you dont stop painting even if you ran out of paint."
Thursday, August 4, 2011
blow me away wind.
as I lay in solitude, oh what's a boy supposed to do?
I shake the very thought of you, me together, I remember.
late nights when I stay up late, all I do is wait and wait
you're never coming home to me.
that's the hardest thing to see.