He drinks to remember that he must forget,and drunk being him,he cannot be upset.
How can he be sad and not care at the same time?Hatred surrounds him,but anger is absent.Tick..tock..and weeks pass by in the blink of an eye.But with each blink another week has gone,yet nothing has changed.At least he got his music to keep his soul in check.
Love,Just.
No comments:
Post a Comment