Thursday, October 14, 2010

There goes the fear. Watch it as it slips through the cracks, in the beaten up floor. You can hear the neighbors yelling, but you don't mind. There it goes, the fear is gone.

My beloved, you are the lover of my impossible soul. Seems I got it wrong, I was chasing after something that was gone. To the black of night, now I know it's not what I wanted at all.

1 comment:

  1. Wheer did you find these images?