föstudagur, janúar 06, 2006 strings rhyme with feelings

the eyes that kill me are the same that can make me alive again

just a distant, blank stare is enough to collapse the world away
i miss it.

and i must say...
when my soul turns into a stone like that, time is never time at all.


days pass away, nights come to say goodbye

snow turns into rain, rain turns into wind, and it blows my hope away like it blows dead leaves in the autumn

and i'm still frozen here. looking down, with the hands covering my face, trying to see the ground between my fingers.




just stupid dreams.

rafael at 4:23 f.h.