I am going over my early rages again, my first laments and ecstasies...
in my heart they are in rhyme, I can't really say if this is the one that will free me from pain, I'm a sucker for every vagueness and degeneration, every heartache, and worry, I still try to let loose my tongue, to entertain the good, the the bad and celebrate them equally, I will eventually sleep... Sign in to see full entry.