Red roses lay by my bed, their essence running through my veins. Tears shed by those eyes, weeping softly through the nights. Pictures, drawn with graphite pen, letters written with words of love, all have faded through the days, from ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Feelings buried never erased suddenly awakened, to bring back a memory, to bring ( Read more... )

So it’s all the same, nothing has changed, the same conversations, the same questions, the same answers. It’s an endless circle of re-occurring events. I live the night and slumber the day, I am living a frenzied standard of living, yet I survive it just fine. My dad is as arrogant as he can be, my mum is as supportive as she can get, but I’m ( Read more... )