Thursday, 6 May 2010

By the freaking way,







Time marches on.Everything's gone so fast.I don't even notice what's left,exactly,on my hand in the end.People keep changing.Things are not the same.The only thing's stayed the same through and through is my sodding silly soul.Standing in the middle of the stream is never a comfortable feeling.Never.

By the freaking way,i'm upset today.
Posted by at
Labels:

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Jeff Bridges.

Jeff Bridges.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it

i cat you.

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.