Mar 10, 2004 12:11
Dear Traveling Clock.
We were two at the sounds of the clocks pedulam
We disaproved from your life
Are we three?
On the airplane we travel to our heavens in your sky.
With such delight, my confusions will go away.
Sipping on the mechanical can, i take a look at your hand.
Why cant our blood forge together.
Midnight striked us.
we were two at the beach on coney island
The Tears ate our hearts
Our hearts have no feelings for each other.
(i will finish this another day diary, i must be on my way for an adventure)