It's like you wouldn't want to stop if you could being as it hurts to much. It's the way i still feel you're touch, with you're fingers leaving a trace. Maybe i was a bit to much, leaving nothing but blank space. The map of my brain mends in a complex web, my thoughts all misplaced. A pour taste that leaves me with toxic waste.
The map of my brain mends in a complex web, my thoughts all misplaced.
A pour taste that leaves me with toxic waste.
Again a beautiful piece you've dropped here... Here, you've well expressed about you and your mind what your mind wants and how it mends from some trends and how it's tend towards a new life's bend.
Your Imaginary's great here. Hope you're a great writer. I wanna read your some more writes too bcoz, i think i liked your style and your stuffs! Soon, i'd be looking forward reading your new stuffs as you post you newies here on this site. :)
Keep writing. Great job!