Tuesday morning
I remember stormy weather
The way the sky looks when it's cold
And you were with me
Content with walking
So unaware of the world

Walking on air
EUNICE

The air-vertisements

One-horse town


Unwind
Posted on: Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Posted at: 1:56 AM
when dreams are too much to handle
when reality swings a tight slap into your face
when kins constantly reminding you of those finger marks
when they poke their fingers and noses around
when the angels and demons are at war
when time is pressing against you
when the woods is never cleared
when regrets weigh only a tinge
when the root of all evil is the key
when so many paths camouflages as dead ends
when the light is taking eons to light up



what do people do...?