My window is always open. Sometimes I sit outside and let the sky tears drizzle down my body. I feel my soul dreaming. I fall into her arms and I close my eyes and I am in heaven among the angels and I fall into the outside and I see myself my past my present my future and I wake up and realize all that happened was a dream and I find out how cold the world really is, or did I.
Journey to love
May 7, 2009