The Hurcs

i feel a little crazy now

i would say it a thousand times
as i would show it a hundred ways
no words or actions can say the
meaning of it as true as its meant to be.

the real commonplace turn dreamscape; when distinct people and objects fade out to the blurry outlines except-. i wondered if it's because of the bad eyesight, or the lousy weather, then i decided that it was really just something else. like all of them are, you are too. like all that i am, i feel so too and therefore i know it is. this translation is beyond that of languages. i drown myself in music as i do as i smile inside when the lyrics speaks of a similar tale. it makes me gush inside. and i want to turn around and laugh to myself then dig a hole to hide. its strange, a stranger. a stranger that you so want to see, a stranger. its stranger than it may seem i tell you. it's difficult to explain. words are simply not enough, only time will tell (:

like a tattoo on my mind. (itily)

love,
xinzi