Wind blows my hair, clothes fit me as never before, a look of surprise comes from your big round eyes, my soul rockets the sky and leaves heavy white marks behind. Quiet sceneries, world is bare, I’m the only one left around, no one staring, dancing like C.R.A.Z.Y., music played just for my ears, drip drip drip drip drip drip drip. Plans look more real, the passing seconds don’t hurt, there’s time for now. A day when I enjoy being myself.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
A day of my own
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Sweet day, so it seems ;).
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