to say you unwillingly believe is an oxymoron.

As i walk into a deserted and long forgotten fair, i notice a mirror house. the sky stained with plain concrete grey. i act brave and trek the sunken road. i enter the mirror house and stop. stop. suddenly aware of my conciousness i never chose to embark. i realised i might have embarrassed my exsistence, so full of nothing.

er.

sorry, wait..actually i'm not sorry, but, my internet connection had been sabotaged by a faulty wire over the weekend.

top 5 songs for the week:
In the crossfire: Starsailor
(Take me away) Into the night: 4 stings
She has no time: Keane
Why does it always rain on me: Travis
Lovers and friends: Lil'jon(Feat. Usher and Ludacris)

this week has been..inconsistent.