29.1.09

The end is over

I got lost in the desert baby and what I found were castles made out of paper.

A plane that couldn't go wrong.
A heart that was ready to stop beating.
A body that looked like an hourglass.
A wildest dream come true.


When the end was over I was found again.

1 comment:

R O X. said...

ergens voel ik dat ik je begrijp, maar toch niet. vind dit heel mooi geschreven