I am not, but this song rings a bell of those times I was broken. Shattered into pieces, when no one wants to pick up every inch of me as it is sharp as edges of a broken mirror, that will cut you and make you bleed. As time flies with you, you flew with it. Trapped in limbos labirynth, incarcinated with your enigmatic personification. Time, is not always the answer, and sometimes it never will be. Blunts Le Blanche I know, limbo and enigma.
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 00:10:09 +0000