2009-07-13
Stained Glass
From behind a stained gla*s window, a colorful blur is all that I see. Time trips and slides, but I? not dreaming. A shattered view of the world, a shattered view of me. The truth is hidden by shadows, my ideas are not complete, facts are lost to feeling. Maybe that? why I got the wrong impression of you. Maybe that? why I got the wrong impression of you.
Samiam
1989