Pretending I'm somewhere else.Somewhere that the sky is always paintedWith pastel colors and puffy clouds.Where the birds always sing and the trees da..
It's a cool night tonight for San Diego, the air is still and frigid, the moon hidden in the darkness like a stranger in an alley. This neighborhoodis..
Heavy eyes, painted red and stained green, creased by a smile. Her golden sandy locks falling over the apples of her cheeks, rosy and sweet, she sits ..
this air i breathe is thick,and this water i swim is deep.i can't see the light in this tunneland ive lost all feeling in my feet.i hear the voices wh..