poor little upside-down cake...your bottom's on your top.

miðvikudagur, júlí 13, 2011

Thoughts

Surrender to the sound
The silence that speaks so loud
When I'm alone all the voices shout
The sounds of crowds drown them out

Why do they seem so far away?
Why do they insist on speaking?
Even if I run forever and so far
I can't escape the way they are

For they are a part of me
They belong to who I am
They can't be lost or fought
Who are they? They are my thoughts