Please Save My Body From The Modern World

[brokenglass0]

Quivering from the furosity of my dreams
I punch with no feeling and feel with no remorse
Searching lives with no meaning and wading the river of time with no oar.

Now and then the reflections stare at me. Presenting only the gift of memory
The "Present" is a gift, the past is dead.

Winking only at the ghosts of untimely love and flirting with no one in

Comments

[pushpanic]

it was on sunday night, yo

[azusis]

Hey Aaron, its David from the late Environment class. Wooo! Hope my LJ doesnt scare you too much. Down with MySpace.

*dances*