je suis toujours un enfant.
i went out for a smoke just now; the sun was bright and the sky was clean, and as a gentle breeze brushed against my temple, i wanted to look at my reflection and say, clearly, "don't fuck this up. do not fuck this up."
mercredi 11 mars 2009
la vie? c'est un jeu--un jeu d'enfants. et moi?