Of cloudless climes and starry skies

Monday, February 25, 2008 / 9:09 PM

when I ask myself who I am, I find myself emptier than at where I've began.

I don't know who's the girl typing now, I don't.

She's using a pair of hands I don't find familiar.

She has a heart I don't feel.

She has a brain I have no control over.

She's feeling emotions I don't understand.

Just who are you, girl?


profile Suhui 13 02 95 I think autumn is the prettiest season. Sometimes we hold the attention of so many, but when we speak, we probably just want that one person to hear us. Credits Design & Layout: Naziz	Monday, February 25, 2008 / 9:09 PM when I ask myself who I am, I find myself emptier than at where I've began. I don't know who's the girl typing now, I don't. She's using a pair of hands I don't find familiar. She has a heart I don't feel. She has a brain I have no control over. She's feeling emotions I don't understand. Just who are you, girl?