sun days.
Monday, Jul. 12, 2004
sometimes the things that we choose to chase, they fall static to the floor. they lose their thrill immediately and crust over the eyes.just a nice way of saying that there wasn't a thrill to begin with.
biding time.
are you angry that i wouldn't let you ruin me? does that fester with you?
is this some sort of test?
fail me, now.
