Wednesday 23 April 2008 photo 13/25
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Sitting on my paper. Tiny, tiny me, thinking, in my twisted world. Chaos boy, pure caos. It's isolation. I'm locked up, inside my self. It's storming outside of my fishbowl. They're on the outside, looking in, looking at me, not understanding, why I don't look back at them, with the same fresh, energetic, pure and glassy clear eyes, as they do. As they think that I also posess.
Annons