Dec 31, 2013 10:07
I can feel it all slipping away through my fingers, being washed away with time. Are there no barriers, are there no dams? Did it matter, did it not? Do I care, or do I not?
What is this feeling? It feels foreign yet familiar, inexplicable yet understandable. And it's lasting longer than expected
I think I am morphing into someone I have trouble understanding
Why are my distractions not helping
如果我的生命是一座城,那现在我市中心的一栋大楼,开始停电了
Maybe all of this, is just me afterall