The unknown last supper seasoned with thyme. The oblivious poem with the unforeseen rhyme. The suprise of sugar tasting sour, Living in the unexpected hour.
Watching as minutes fall back and the seconds march forward, Making the last refrain for the pen that defeats the sword. And when the stars fall and become man's dust in the wind, Does the unexpected truely begin.
Yet those stars fell so many years ago. As we wait for new ones to grow. So living in a silly world where we hunger for power, Living in the unexpected hour.
Note To Self: life is so full of surprises. so full of it that you get caught off guard. hmmm.. oh well.. everything happens for a reason. yeah..
reminisced; - 11:52 PM
EL INTROVERTO
Zakaria
Officially 19
Demure by nature
Straight, single and not-looking
Music & Audio Tech student at SP
Drums & percussions
Sinister Infants
Melodic punk rock
i am just the way i am.
judge me for all you want.
it doesn't matter.
it didn't matter.
it will not matter.
be nice. and maybe with a wee bit of a miracle,
i might just be whoever you want me to be.
