Listening to: the microphones
cars past this busy place day in and day out as i slowing walk this lonely streets studying the moves of the people. they seem so fast and usless.these are the moments i injoy being alone with the earth at my feet and my head sinking into it. it swims with the thoughts of jumping off bridges and swiming away to span. the place of love and lust. i image what it would be like with you. at the moment i begin to drift off to a place were im lieing next you and feel your beath on my neck. and i watch you sleep i kiss your cheek you feel my cold lips and wake up and fall in love with me all over again. then my mind hits me and i return to this life that i hope well so just become a memory that will some day leave me as my body is placed in to the ground.
i love my nose peircing. eeeee.
But Nick is alive.