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, 14 November 2010
Indian summer has lasted for about two months now and I love the colours of leaves, I love the sound of them crunching under my feet.