Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Fun. Joy. Bliss. More like an addiction.

Save me maybe, you look like a perfect fit. Or drown in despair in the shadows of my dreams. Be bad and bleed like me. Let the blood tell you a wonderful tale.

Catch the sun. I miss the way you laugh. Hug the summertimes tight. Dive into the pool of imaginations and fly away like you want to.

Point to the sky and see the colours shine.

Jarryl, my love.

+mood+ amused
+listening+ stereophonics ~ dakota