The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words,
Where is the light in your deep dark room?, A shock of light could save you from the shadow.
Why is the dark behind the moon? Out of reach until the light is shattered.

miércoles, enero 30, 2013

figure eight

BREATHE your smoke into my lungs

In the back of the car with you I stare into the sun


Still not too old to die young


The lovers hold on to everything


And lovers hold on to anything...

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