quarta-feira, 31 de março de 2010


Where have I been all this time? Lost, enslaved, fatal decline. I've been waiting for this to unfold, but the pieces are only as good as the whole. Sever myself from my own lie and cut up the only thing that was right.  What if I never saw you again? I'd die right next to you in the end.

[foto by: monislawa]