Friday, September 30th, 2005
whenever she feels afloat,
she wishes another world exists.
where she could be free-spirited–
to shout, to cry, to laugh her heart out…
to feel her heart beat once more…
to feel numb no more.
she’s still looking…
still searching…
still waiting…
that one of these days she’ll find her own platform…
like rowling’s nine and three quarters…soon…
