Saturday, 11 June 2011

iBrain on Shuffle

Creativity and expression
(sometimes) beyond being beaten by depression
So much fullness, emotions and compression
I'm about to burst
And now my soul's been versed

Sometimes when I close my eyes I can see better. Sometimes my inside is clearer than my outside. I have fire in my heart, in my soul. Quiet smoldering passion. My inside is mighty. My inside is loud. I love and cry and live and die. I'll never get over the picture I see of myself. Imagined and reality is the same to the subconscious. So who am I really? Most asked question, so many answers.

Nervous nervous nervous. New things shake me up. Change my love, my hated friend.

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