Shirleen

siTtInG bY tHe sHoRe... wAtChInG tHe sEa Ro|| iN.. i SaW tHe StArS fA|| fRoM hEaVeN.. t0gEtHeR wItH mY hEaRt aNd s0u|.. tIrEd oF |iFe.. sIcK oF tHe WoR|d.. mY s0u| sCrEaMiNg f0r |iBeRaTi0n.. fRoM tHe HuMan RaCe.. I.. DiShEaRtEnEd.. I .. a sTaR.. Fa||eN.. fAr fRoM tHe GrAcE oF hEaVeN.. a LoNg WaY fRoM h0Me... I.. a Fa||eNsTaR.. ---=== I'm complicated.. think too much for my own good.. sometimes i am happy.. and sometimes i sink into nothingness.. i often wonder.. how can nothingness be so complicated.. i talk alot.. but thru the years i've learnt to talk to myself.. cos no one really listens.. i paint.. i write.. i scribble.. the only thing that hears me.. a piece of paper..