pieces…

little pieces of my soul come together at night . they need time to breath deep, but it seems there’s no such a thing. not now. maybe later…yeah, tomorrow will be different. like it wasn’t today , nor yesterday. so their story is the story of going round and round though they realise they passed by the same concrete hearts and (sometimes) fake smiles.

somehow , in all this chaos, they still believe in you, the one who’s next to them when sun goes down. survival instinct? I don’t know. I preffer to call it faith.

is there still hope for them?

Thursday May 29, 2008 – 10:44pm – Yahoo 360º