When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb.
that is soooo badass. i LOVE photography..esp random, beautiful pics. i like how its black and white and the calender is color. and i love that phone. p.s wuts that on the counter with the phone?
you're welcome & hi I like those two very much...your gallery is awesome too, I checked it out. you are good
There is no pain you are receding. A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'. When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I got that feeling once again. I can't explain, you would not understand. This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb.