Tuesday, November 9, 2010
My day was dim. My day was grey. But the light of your face, blew all my clouds away.
In the dimness of this homework tunnel, is a sparkling bright light at the end, and it consists of a sick pad I can call my home, a studio moulded by my hands, bright city lights out my window, having friends over for brews and skate vids over rad home made meals, hyphy beats and dancing on the balcony, eating lunch at every interesting spot downtown, walks on the beach, catching every good movie, and ending all nights in warm arms.