4/03/2009

Lets evolve more often.

Well done Iowa

                     One day we'll stop hating each other.









Strange, how you stopped loving me
How you stopped needing me
When she came along
Oh, how strange






A fast week, to be sure, but exausting.



I catch your glances, and I think of the past.
I catch yours, and I think of the future.
I catch yours, and I think of the now.



I wonder where I want to live at the moment. 

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