"when my hand start talking, my tongue could only listen. "
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
Whirlwind
I look at what's in front of me,
I see colours multiply.
I listen to all the sound around me,
I hear crashing noises.
I tried to smell at the roses,
They smell.
It's not pleasant but life is bearable.
Because I got Him. I got him too.
