Yesteryear will always be darker.

I am indigent. A wistful starvation, i am full of vanity. Romance has no place in between hands clasped in surrender.
This is how i am; weak fingers laying upon keys unable to turn wild sentiments into something you can comprehend. It is in this diminutive recess that i reside in poverty otherwise dismissed.

I miss you so.

~ by cryhavok on April 23, 2009.