Thursday, August 25, 2011

Monday, August 22, 2011

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

From one hell to another, we find a sanctuary
It seemed that even the clouds knew what was going on. I stared out the window at the blur of green as if i was saying goodbye to every blade of grass.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

A person who doesn't quite believe in ghosts...is going on a ghost walk. Should be...interesting.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

I search the streets, looking for your face even though I know youre not here. If I saw you Id think you were a ghost. But then again, maybe its me.