Saturday, September 4, 2010

It's the worst when...

Jolie Belgrin

Morning brings no news anymore and somehow the beginning of the day lost its sweet scent.
There's still some green left in the copper that the stained gray cannot yet cover.
The wind pushing the curtains to go into my heart and I can feel it freezing me.
The same day, so sunny and calm, is now a storm that puts infinity between you and me.
A last good thought painted so fraily that risks to get washed away with the first rain.
Simple, straight forward, honest... gone.

This is depression man, yesterday there were 33 degrees and when I woke up today, what do I see?

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