Monday, May 21, 2007
its like a w0lf crying 0ut t0 the m0on,
a star hiding behind the cl0uds.
seems likes a leaf dangling 0n a tree,
the fl0wer petals hanging.
feels like a piece 0f glass shattering,
a a brick hitting 0n the t0e.
as the skies turn,
as the cl0ud pass,
as the m0on rev0lves.
all i c0uld d0,
all i ever knew,
carry th0se stuffs.
what an awful day at scho0l.
l0oks like im still t0o y0ung.
7:00 PM
a new page, a new chapter