what is worth burning this earth, moving and stopping under that same ever changing sky
swallow that sigh yeah don't even try to whisper the sweet nothing we both want to hear
why do we hold anything dear it only breeds fear and clouds the clear, joys is running water, passion is silt, make that river muddy and you're flooded with guilt.. a dreams like a wish that costs more then spare change. And the aim of my actions seems way out of range. never a poet just a cheesy one liner, maybe some day a fancy designer. But i have hunch you might just work and that dear girl is one hell of a perk. an MC in BC why not i guess, I wonder and wander but do i progress? That's quite enough i think for now, more updates late, flow with the Tao.