some sand please.

black and melancholic. at least thats how it is sometimes.

once in a blue 'la vie en rose' moon.

maybe if affection and optimism weren't nurtured there wouldn't have been a balance.

just whirring and an almighty roar.

because some slices of pie evade the abyss.

constantly.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
- Bob Dylan

p.s. a marley and a lennon!