echoes of his

12.07.05 0300H

i opened my eyes...i overslept

gazing at the dark room

the frontal lobe of my brain began to realize

and the lines started to fill the music in my head...

 

"I've had  plenty conversations with my heart
Coz I want this thing to work, not fall apart
So, I ask my heart how it can be so sure
And it answers me because your heart is pure"

 

really now?

i haven't slept since then...