The world is mad, Im my own world. Therefore, I am mad. Words, words, words, sentences, unusual forms that moved throughout her head, caused her to furrow her brows. What was happening? Why? To be sane, you must have peace; to have peace, you must die. The last word echoed. To have peace, you must rest a lifelong rest. I dont want peace. - I want you. || A little insight on what goes through Jacquelines mind.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 08:02:34 +0000