Sometimes I am very quiet to the level of boredom. I contemplate things around me and disappear into my thoughts. I may see things as everyone does, but from my own different prospective, trying to connect the dots and put events of life into a clear picture...
Sometimes I am very quiet to the level of boredom. I contemplate things around me and disappear into my thoughts. I may see things as everyone does, but from my own different prospective, trying to connect the dots and put events of life into a clear picture...
No...This night is mine / No one will share it / Save this injured eagle / Beating its rib between my lungs.No… This night is mine / With all its murmur and moan / With all its prayer and blasphemyO injured night, come, / I have all it takes to shelter you...
No...This night is mine / No one will share it / Save this injured eagle / Beating its rib between my lungs.No… This night is mine / With all its murmur and moan / With all its prayer and blasphemyO injured night, come, / I have all it takes to shelter you...
