Posted on February 22, 2013February 23, 2013 21 Comments walls In sadness I fly on what could be, what should be. In madness I try to find vic’try, make his’try. In gladness I cry I’m empty, can’t touch me. And then I break down. … *image credit: spokenwizdom.wordpress.com … Share this:ShareTweetEmailShare on TumblrPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading...