THE UN USUAL written and post by najwa powley
I AM IN THE FORGOTTEN SHADOW I AM LIVING IN EVERY PLACE I AM STRANGER WITH STRANGE CASE SO WHY ARE THEY CUTTING MY LACE? IS IT NOT ENOUGH? I HAVE NO SPACE +++++++ SHADOWS ON THE LONG EMPTY SHORES WHITE BIRDS STANDING ABOVE OARES PRETTY SHINE LIGHTS ON EVERY DOOR SIELENCE LIVING BEFORE THE STORMS... Sign in to see full entry.