I'M NOT DAT INNOCENT
The nights are colder this time, richer by experience ...poorer by life , on a gloomy Sunday ... desperate fingers type on ... patterns of his heart ... "Hey this is public" ... who cares .. I am tired of burying thoughts inside me ... all beautiful things must come to an end .... someone said we are part of an amazing simulation ..and all this is an illusion ... on this virtual platform ...we manifest in the various forms we like ourselves to be in reality ... the marijuana for all introverts ... no complaints as long as the virtual world is not painful ... it never is really!!!!!!!!!!! the thing that has not changed since the last time I spoke out on orkut are the li