This Life of Mine |
What fragile life comes from within when shards fly from words filled with jaded malice& from where would I hide but a nook in time where flowers grow like grass. What devastation requires mending bu...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 13:00:00 GMT |
I miss LA Sometimes |
That was all I wanted to say... just missing LA right now... Maybe two days in Indiana does that to people?
Posted by on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 22:35:00 GMT |
The Smell of Dust |
There is nothing better than being in a cute small town: not only finding a chocolate shop, but also a small book shop that tastefully collects old books which I would like to think are different from...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 10:19:00 GMT |
