Wanderer of Wonders

If you could sing some lullabyes for me during night and day, and then catch me when I need your arms the most; then perhaps I could visit your dreams till like eternity. Just so i can smell your presence, and please say you'd let me to.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Lunacy is a cure, if I can't be insane for a day, I'll be sick the next day. Whatever that means. I shouldn't be dwelling much on troubled spirits, but I seem to be missing my environment, damn, I'm supposed to be acting normal these days.

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