*more of my older works:)*
when your so numb,
you have nothing to write,
thats when u sit back to yourself,
and think of the most insignificant things,
when you think of butterflies flying,
or stars twinkling,
but u dont care about the randomness of your thoughts,
because your numb,
and the world is tasteless,
dull and gray,
and you dont care about the world anyway,
so you fill your brain with the randomest thoughts,
to broken to care,
somehow always loosing what i thought i'd lost,
and finding again the pain of scars i thought had healed,
feeling again what had once felt so real,
and when your heart is this dead,
and the world is this gray,
the randomess in your head,
and the dullness of your world,
seems to always lull the pain away,
so right now,
i could think about butterflies forever.
