ok forgot to update the other day....
I saw two russian spies this morning
in the metro
like crying in water
you could feel the tears
what is it
to feel a kiss for the last time
how beautiful is it
a love already dead that will never die
ok crapy poem, wrote it on the spot
there were two people in the metro, they could have been spies
like long lost lovers they found each other
to never be seen again
I wanted to run away again the other day
even in paris
I don't know if I feel alone because of the perspective, because I am, or because I want to be
like I like having a complex, a problem
can I really just forget everything? how would I not loose myself if I did
oh, updated the live journal, pics galore
here's the site!
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552470669