she one day got by chance a frightful day on which he walked on water under her unthoughtful sight. I mean, she was kind of scrambled if you know what I mean. And then so many windows opening and so many bridges crossing overhead lights he said it was not proper to think this way.

white meadows shaking in front of them, what’s the story she wondered. the story just unfolded as she was on her way, as he was stepping out of the dark and that was probably the solution of the mystery. . not much more to say , she whispers as the rain falls in the northern island . we’re just islands you know what I mean.
‘well of course you always know what I mean.’

his closed eyes re-opening each day reach for homemade coffee , homemade warmth as a violin sound concurs with the movement of hands, october made beautiful disasters . paper covers and damaged skin, smile on my face.

miss ya like heaven