I'm impossible to describe. I'm beyond regular words. I'm too much of a disaster to be perfect. I'm too loud to go unnoticed. I'm weird like to the 10th degree. I'm in no way predictable. I'm me and perhaps I'm crazy about you, but you'll never know.

20th June 2012

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Window-Stills

I want to look out my bedroom window

And see the green leaves waving as the breeze disturbs their sleep

Because waking them is more peaceful

Then waking a sleeping beast

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