2002-01-28 09:33:25 (UTC)

Beauty Of The Void

Dead street.
I can't hear anything except the wind and the fog
trying to kiss me.
Echoes of kids who played this afternoon.
No cars, nobody, this is my little death.

Watching the the clock go 1:54 am.
I wish I could stay alone forever, witnessing this void.
But at 6am, this place will be boring and full of stupidity

Responsibilities are useless.
I don't want to be a common ignorant.
I want to live.
Witnessing the beauty of void.
Where nobody will come and waste my night.