<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sometimes When I Have Nothing To Say</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes when i have nothing to say<br>like the silence of the closed window<br>or the nights on the grass<br>or the twinkle of the stars... i feel so full<br>and when i get so full, i feel like<br>vomiting my existence, <br>i am nauseous to this hiding, sometimes<br>i want to say it all, and then i become so empty<br>and when empty i float, i feel like i am nothing but air, <br>and then i surrender again<br>to the walls.... talking and talking to the walls<br>and i do not really care about the rumors that they have ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493222" data-title="Sometimes When I Have Nothing To Say de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="sometimes when i have nothing to say like the silence of the closed window or the nights on the grass or the twinkle of the stars... i feel so full and when i get so full, i feel like vomiting my existence, i am nauseous to this hiding, sometimes..."></div> </div> </div>

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