I just wish I could fly.
Fly like an Angel, way up high.
Leave my bad Dreams behind me, collect only good Memories.
Be ready to open my Shell, in which I feel so Secure, so good...
Now I'm only able to open the next bottle of Wine, smoke the next Cigarette, watch the next pointless Movie.
Drink the next Coffee every morning.
Sometimes watch the Sunrise, sometimes the Sunset.
I just wanna feel Alive...
And I must achieve it on my Own. Nobody can help me with this.
Nobody.
I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth. (C.McC.)
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
You desire not what you see, but what you imagine.
Monday, September 05, 2005
I could have known...
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Sunday, June 26, 2005
non fa niente
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