December 2011
34 posts
Rain knocked on windows with lust of warmth for human life. From which the windows separated nature from man, alone he sat. Who set? Him. He acts upon thought and not words. His heart dangles not on his sleeve but his brain. Who is he though? No one really knows who this man could be. He could be a friend, or even an enemy. But to some this does not matter. He still sits alone. A normal person...
