deep

well well well.......looks like its another instant,impulse type blog. just type and dont think is the idea.
never winter nobodys, sound the music wants, wander in my closet, shadows show my face, let the feather down slowly as to not to take the rest, grow my own walk, show the light to her, the poets cup is empty, but its full of empty gold, we choose the black too often, but then we cry when asked, the taken seem to listen as the water drips on past, the crowd shows the path, as the lover moves the oceans, take my last desire to the highest peak of life, ..............it is not the event, but the principle .....



eh....thats enough....time to admire some beautiful girls.....
bye.