Sunday, August 19, 2007 @Sunday, August 19, 2007
I feel squeezed.
I wished i could spit some art out of me.
I wished i could speed at mach number n feel the wind
I wished i could grow wings and fly away
i wished tis would make sense
The sights the feels make sense
Am i seeing the picture upside down
Is it just what i thought
i wished i could crash my head n free fall
? and i stand in the
wonder of your love