Monday, March 27, 2006
i drft i turn i fly,
i crash i burn and i cry.
in the air sadness there is;
of irreversible past, unknown future
of unscratchable itch, unscrulptable clay
of innate sinful cycles every night and day.
i wish i pray i might,
sleep soundly into the night.
sprayy`
+ 4:43 AM
Monday, March 13, 2006
hope you're doing fine. still, thanks for everything.
sprayy`
+ 1:58 AM