The seasons are changing again.
You live to dream and sleep to forget.
The rapture of being alive : very few hear with their own ears and feel with their own hearts.
Thoughts unspoken forever and now. I'll close the book and take my bow..
in perfect pretence.
naay. not so easy bitch. its resounding hell aint it?
its karma, slut. K.A.R.M.A at its finger lickin' best!