so far...

have the mistakes made me wise?

Or am i still the same...maybe i'll fall again tomorrow

stuck at that momet of life...still..stuck in yesteryears

still...pretending that nothing much and nothing in life bothers me...

i think that i think too loud..or is this really me..

is emptiness just a part of life, or have i chosen to label me...

by the prickling of my thumbs...my mind tells me...

falling down is a part of life, to walk again is life...

time to find myself again.