Sunday, November 16, 2008

R

I spend some time in the morning talking with the wall, actually the wall is my mind, the guild feeling of offending a friend is penetrating my bones like the electric wind breaks me into a pit of deeper silence…

Days of tears I see as every time I peek into the slight open door, I didn’t intended to hurt his by telling him that an edited picture is better that a raw shot coming from a point-and-shoot camera.

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