commin

back.....

it does not matter what u call the things that u don't have.....

The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see

I walk into the white light of the snow
when the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
which tales me where I go

The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me

I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness

The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see....

enough

i think that's finally enough......
i'll remain still....

Stillness

I'm Still
i'm still still.....

y?

things r quite right, just leave them.....

Dogma

the best way u can touch things is the way you look'em.

acting is reacting, and the u r the caster.....

what's hapening.......

if u really love somthing, the best thing that u can wish it is freedom

how about leaving the things alone...... ?