... although you know that one day you will die, you live as if you wont.
Monday, 30 August 2010
Eavesdropping on broken dreams
Sound for silence. Pity there isn't something for touch. Walls, nonetheless, solid as can be. Made with all of thin air.
There are times I wish I could go deaf and numb to the world. Well, most of it anyway. I'll just keep my eyes open. The colours are worth it. I don't particularly like working in open areas in an office. The boat's different.