jueves, agosto 11, 2005

Sunset

where are you going
when the night comes
are you going
out of your mind...

2 comentarios:

rafael romero dijo...

i am always out of my mind, bro, being an outsider. and the night is like a big monkey's sreaming... it's hard to find a safe place, ah?

Josie Bliss dijo...

words
(and friends)
are life
preservers...

xoxo