spill canvas brings me back to you.
A piece of spill canvas. Bringing me back to the box of still water picturesque memories we held so dear.
Like a piece of secret... I'll never forget the kind of magic we always chose to live.
Taking the road with the most twists and turns.
I miss you dear soul and the way I remember you and have to swallow the warm sandy feel that builds up at my tongue.
Wednesday, Oct. 08, 2008
11:56 p.m.
11:56 p.m.