-leans aginst the doorway, cig in her mouth, hands in her pockets, her button down shirt blown softly by the wind-
life...how easily it comes and goes...its much like the ruins of hell that i own these days...i dont know, im lost again, confusion fills me. my old wounds wont heal...and im not sure why...a new woman is in my life...-laughs softly, exhaling her cig- they come and go it seems, when will i keep one? not as a posetion but as a mutal understanding of emotions and mental stimulations...the turmoil that rages in my heart...will it ever cease?
but life goes on, and so must i...
i am Haruka after all...
arent i?
Lord Haruka Wind · Fri Jan 20, 2006 @ 03:56am · 0 Comments |