martes, 31 de mayo de 2011

Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind possessing and caressing me.

martes, 3 de mayo de 2011

look at the sky, look at the sea. Don't look into my eyes, cause I say hello
don't say goodbye