(Thursday, June 21, 2007/10:04 AM)
BlurErgh, time to sort out this sotong head of mine before things get too out of hand.
And I'd better before naiveness,
Gets this better of me.
Believe as you wish,
Because all the fish.
Will someday all be paired up together.
And someday too,
The sky won't be blue.
And someday fine,
You will not be mine.
And from then,
No more shall I stand.
Here.
Waiting for you.