some time later. and I ain't so fucking crazy-- living only for me and dreaming of brasil. the dance is now forgotten to my soles. I have to think finally of the world around me. I have to grow up sometime.
flowers of the moon...
I wish I could giggle with you soon.
because my fingers are tangled in these messes of leftover advertisments. lady luck in the garbage bin. my sweet surrender, another belt buckle undone.