Ever get the feeling that your being watched? Look at all the lonely people, where do they all come from? Surrounded by people you think you know but what lies under the lies under the words. what words are left unspoken? what truths are never reveiled until your soul is exsposed. Is it too late then to turn back and run; not walk, to the nearest exit? Could someone please point the direction because lately my vision has been clouded by tears...
