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.

Currently: here
Listening to: Lifehouse - Broken

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