Monday, November 1, 2010

Walled City

In the dead of night, the truth comes in a blaze. all the hurt fades, blows away in the wind. you are living proof that life is still wonderful despite everything. these walls of old would be mute witnesses to how the cinders came to be. too bad, you have someone.


Eternal Wanderer... said...

channeling retro julia fordham:

"don't tell your girfriend about me. oh your girlfried won't like girls like me..."


VICTOR said...

Who knows what will happen next?