Monday, January 26, 2009

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


Skies are falling old as young. Everybody's out searching for something they can hold on to. I couldn't care less. The winter greyness falling heavily. One more step and you've passed the border. Thousands of miles home. She's waiting for someone from a hole other time. No one's happy and no one's free. The land where children slumber and no evilness can reach is now awaking. Somewhere, sometime, somehow...