Friday 1 March 2013

There is no Home to go to.

I told you. I'm blind. I told you. I can't see. I toldy you. You see the world full of colours, but all I see is black and white. I see my life in a greyscale where everything is wrong an nothing feels right. But you're right. We do find our god. Every teardrop is a waterfall.

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