sábado, agosto 04, 2007

a cold grey summer day

time to change, to change the meaning of being here, walk along every day and breathing the same pale blue air. i'm going, babes. it's just a matter of time. wake up to life, even late than too late.

... i just know what to say, to make a sunny day. and when i'm all alone, i feel i don't wanna hide.