we perfer the screaming creating the mercy life on the line bloody tears spinless flow, take this as all the vigourouse rash if it all asside can they stiil provide old til we die and now are we glad to breath still may we remain of bounce.flow to the dream, all we have but so dear to pretend a cloud in the sky a heaven sweet and warm a develish scar in the fragment of myself we drag our pain in a sack everything is a dream will we awake is thier hope...?
"The soul which has no fixed purpose in life is lost; to be everywhere, is to be nowhere." -Michel de Montaigne
hazelfrost · Sun May 18, 2008 @ 08:20am · 0 Comments |