Little tiny trains crawling up the hill

[nimbusofherown]

(Here we go again.)
Shooting down again

(Like stars!)

Add one more letter to the pile of unsent.
When writen word isn't there to speak for me, what will?
I don't know, I don't know; Oh, I don't know.
The distance between two faces is greater than the distance between words on a peice of paper or a screen and someone's own brain.
Atleast for me.

Atleast then there is some shot of making any sort of sense.
(Something like that.)

I cut my hair.
(I should update my pictures.)