Do you ever find yourself laying on your bed staring at the ceiling. With no thoughts running thru your mind. Just simply nothing.
I like those days. 22 more words
The sun is gone with all the gray memories. Sweet memories,tender thoughts, warm senses, bright shapes, sweet voices, light whisper, warm breath, eternal sunshines.
Faded the field and its flower with all budded charms, faded the shape of beauty from my mind, faded the voice with entirely tenderness, faded the sight of beauty from my soul eyes, leaving this empty room so quite than a millions stars. 31 more words