Faces pass me by through my glass wall as I pry into their thoughts. Hidden eyes peer back at me.With their punctured apparitions all caught up in wrong conditions vie and jostle for position to supply me…With their independent thought but then sometimes I feel wrought with the pain that I have sought to deny…
Faces pass me by through my glass wall as I pry into their thoughts. Hidden eyes peer back at me.
With their punctured apparitions all caught up in wrong conditions vie and jostle for position to supply me…
With their independent thought but then sometimes I feel wrought with the pain that I have sought to deny me.
So to all those tragic lies that sit trapped beyond the eyes as your moment slowly dies. You surround me!
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
Dec247h 
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