Thursday, June 26, 2008

Leaves and dirty wool

Can we camp out where noone else knows, forever
Hide and become nothing more then the grass in the ground?
Danceing with the figments of our imaginations
just you and me together.
kissing the spaces between the cracks of seperation, I feel so numb inside.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Trying to find beauty in this endless black hole

I want to walk down a street and admire all the beauty not the defects