Wednesday, August 6, 2008


I am not verbal.

Far from articulate.

I simply don’t know how to.

But there’s just one small thing

That I’m wishing for.

For somebody to listen to me.

To pour my heart out.

My worries.

My thoughts.

And that’s all I’m wishing for.

Monday, August 4, 2008


I’m in a very desperate need of books.

Good books.

Good novels.

But I’m penniless.

Flat broke.