palcode

everything is going to begin, again.
summer has almost gone. big black clouds are slitherin in my pale grey sky. a voice in the depth of my heart sais "time to rise up! move on!!! time's not waiting for you!!!"
i miss so many friends. i miss so many places.
hanging on.
hunting you. so far.
i just need a caress, but it will not arrive!

"Living violently lazy days in a deadlock daze"