"Sitting here wasted and wounded... at this old piano".
I'm early thirties, i'm here half a world away from my life, i'm wasting.
Wasting the moments to come, searching towards in the darkened room.
I need to turn on the light.
Just how...... To many things in the past, looming in my mind. It's 3am now. And i'm seeing in the dark, it's all blackened.
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A picture is a poem without words.
~Latin~
be happy and blessed of what you have and you may never keep on searching towards in the darkened room..the past is past
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