quinta-feira, 7 de julho de 2011

Words of a madman

I feel empty inside, my imagination is gone. I can’t write those love poems I used to write a long time ago, I don’t feel inspired by anything anymore. Sometimes I look back at what I’ve written and I think how, how did I write this, it seems impossible to me now. My soul is empty and I can’t feel those words flowing through it anymore.
My mind is full of nothing, and nothing is what I can only write now…

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