Wednesday, March 28, 2001

"every rose has its thorn"
(that's for sleepy jess)
in this world, time is no virtue
in fact, it doesn't exsist
everything seems to fade away slowly
and our hearts beat in synch to the song of morning birds
you send my thoughts off and running into a race that has no finish line

Monday, March 26, 2001

sometimes you get thrown into perspective really fast. . .

...cry myself a blanket of tears...
(youandi, forever lasts a moment)