søndag den 9. oktober 2011



Sometimes when things stop making sense you slowly remove yourself from everything and become a secret little ghost. You drift through the days in a fog and not think about anything because thinking could lead to too many things and your frail little heart may be too full of sadness to really want to recall anything. But you know that hiding away only leads to being a ghost much longer. These ghostly vacations only store your problems in a locked case deep in a locked case in your glass heart where you find yourself caught in a web of emotion that haunts your soul until you find a way out into the light.


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