The time has come for colds and overcoats. Were quiet on the ride, were all just waiting to get home. Another week away, my greatest fear. I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears. If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring. Please know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill. Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die And die alone.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 14:58:38 +0000