A semi-personal diary, a peek into a not so average, average girls life. Come along for the ride.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
We can run in circles till its over, we'll move closer to the hole, her living goal is just to know, what doesn't show, what will not grow, the seeds she'd sow are getting cold and growing mold, her dying soul is falling. out of control... it's moving slow, it's going slow, it's dying slow, like endless snow falling below the circles go, a constant flow.. the circles go....