I´m working on a poem that´s so true, I can´t show it to anyone.
I could never show it to anyone.
Because it says exactly what I think, and what I think scares me.
Sometimes it pleases me.
And this poem says exactly what I think.
Sunday, 13 July 2008
Be Back and the Sunset
About two hours ago I got back from the holiday. I am absolutely, downright, completely, wholly, thoroughly, entirely, utterly and totally tired. So I will put the pictures (and some interesting things) of the place I spent my holiday in the following day. ---
When I came back home today, the sunset was beginning. I found it really nice and I took these pictures:
The pictures go as the sunset went. The sky was changing from the burning air to the picture of the hell.