Thursday, April 15, 2010

Harlequin Baby Psoriasis

angel_who_fall @ 2010-04-16T00:37:00

Night, King of Light,
walks from the rooftops, whispering door locks,
let everything will turn back into the smoke
and sheltered them in a vacuum ...


call with an unfamiliar room and suddenly the familiar and the almost unexpected voice
"Hi, this is ... let's meet"
several hours in a coffee shop in thrall by guessing changing facial
unconstrained mutual retelling his own life for a year ..

'X' cloud passing by people who did not come across a thousand days on the horizon, but that's it now, they go prishtyrilo it here .. as a result of unnecessary poluisterichnye calls demanding some explanation ..

agree to meet again in quite the foreseeable future
feel back a look that frankly can not understand why I'm going, even when very You can stay ..

yes .. I know that the second such case can not imagine, but to leave now, it's still leaving himself another chance ..

Luna told me that will not be trouble,
that goes past all the pain takes time,
only on my shoulder the hand of emptiness
so far ..



PS thanks for the evening