Some moments are better left forgotten, others are to be set into memory for ever..
These last days.. no sleep, only hallucinations to taunt you..
So you try and bide the time with some words that are clever
But you better know yourself , before anything you do.
Save these moments under eyelids lazy from narcolepsy
Where I drift off and lost myself in my new daydream
Stuck in the real world depravity..
All these paths, I could scream
I’m just so tired with you
And now

I want t document this night.. set it stone.. remember the night as it was.. wonderful.. a night spent in her eyes, her arms, her mouth…. To run my fingers through her raven hair.. soft like grass on a summer night
Wet as the fall of Niagara, makes me lustier than a bottle of Viagra
Smiling at me as If I held the smoking gun…

48 hours with no sleep can play havoc with y typing skills.. You’ll find yourself typing in sleep.. dreaming of a place father away from here..
but I can’t keep my open to write.. I close my eyes and sink into the night
dreaming away to another day…

03/14/2004

Posted on 03/14/2004
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