January 2011
50 posts
If I ran the world... →
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, ... →
Try to pick it up, reading the signs,
It’s turning out to be a real good...
Is this the end?
Somehow I’m always alone on New Years. Can’t tell if I mind yet. I can try to convince myself it’s not even that special…I’ll have the whole year to celebrate last year is finally over.