Tuesday, September 25, 2007
its 3.19am.

haven been up so late in awhile.

the moon is round,

yet the heart feels empty.



thrs sch & esprimere when dawn breaks,

and the scary blood test.



monkey dear could just very well be right.

melancholy breeds at night..



fatigue sometimes draws one to a deep slumber,

and the mind is left to wander.

how peaceful would it be if there were no dreams,

or just happy ones.

yet agn,

nothing is ever ideal in reality.






























SKELBY at fish market celebrating kt dear's bday. (gasp we're all getting old! ): )



























gossipshit* at vivo b4 st james. :)


























esprimere-ans celebrating lrj's bday. :)


sy. 3:19 AM