Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I'm not sure what's worse.
The waiting or the waiting room
"You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant
Do they even cure you? Or is it just to humor us before we die?
If only we could heal ourselves and get back what we possessed.
I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late for things to go my way
but it always ends up the same
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise.
*silence*
i enjoyed it. Because total silence is hard to come by in this daily grinds.
nights
i'm out.
Kyaw Soe Han stepped on your garbage at