Dreams |
Today I helped bury a boy. A boy whose diapers I changed. A boy who fell asleep in my arms more times than I can count. A boy with whom I played and laughed for the last three years. A boy I've kn...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 00:36:00 GMT |
there are few things I enjoy more |
than walking down deserted streets at four in the morning in a thick fog. so damn beautiful.I considered stealing the governer's newspapers. after all, they had simply been stuffed between the bars ...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 04:32:00 GMT |
