Friday 12 November 2010

SEEING WITH HANDS FOLD


I am the bystander, a witness to your world. All the while they glide and guffaw, I am gambling with what I do not have.

The surrounding is the same grey, bleak space. So why don't we get soaked in its unending mist?
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