Saturday, July 25, 2009

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

quick sweet shallow poem

It might be all about future memories
It might be just about forgetting complex theories
It just might
Not be right.
But there's no sky for such fine flight.
In those summer times it's all about reaching that shallow light,
And party!
And then sleep tight
I'm feeling as if i were a kyte
There’re just too many lips out there to byte