Plagarised shamelessly..

Extreme ways are back again

Extreme places i didn't know

I broke everything new again

Everything that i had owned

I threw it out of the windows came along

Extreme ways that i know will part the colours of my sea

Perfect colour me

Extreme ways that help me

They help me out late at night

Extreme sounds that told me

They held me down every night

I didn't have much to say

I didn't give up the light

I closed my eyes and closed myself

And closed my world

And never opened up to anything

That could get me at all

I had to close down everything

I had to close down my mind

Too many things to cover me

Too much can make me blind...

The title of the post tells it. It is not my writing. I copied it from the orkut profile of one of the people I know, sorry pal. And I know he will hate me for doing this. As it is he prohibits me, from even considering myself as his friend. But the reason for posting this over here is, that I need help figuring it out. What was the guy thinking or feeling while writing this. Because as I know of him, he is extremely sensitive. And has reason for any and every word that he says or decides to leave unsaid.

Please leave back a comment..

Take care everyone *peace*