Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
I walk alone.
15 February 2005 | 08:02

Lonely road stretching as a line through the empty desert.
Center-street stride carrying me slowly to what only my hopes can know.
And the sun set on the horizon to my back,
That silhouette reaching farther than my eyes dare see.

Comment <-- | -->

Current
Profile
E-mail
Notes
Pictures
D-land
Flashes of High School
Summer of Change
No Brass, No ammo
Lost in Translation

Last Five

And that's that.
Referenced #2
Referenced
To write them.
Heart vs mind.