Friday, May 25, 2007
The front garden blows my hair I can almost feel myself in the sky.The roses wilting into the wintery grass.The leaves on the great big tree and turning into Autumn leaves making sounds like "crisp crisp" going quieter with every second.And I just looking over the edge of the roof looking to see if really the world is already in shears.Is it the war or is it the world.What is death anyway?Sorry, but I just wanted to write something like that. I'm currently home-alone on a Wintery Saturday morning. The sky is absoloutely dark grey. It seems like night. But its really morning and I'm in my pajamas...So yeah. Thats about it and Im on http://bijoux.beatenpulp.com which is the new forum im currently on. sooo yeh.
7:39 PM endurance, risk and love
