The Return to InnocenceLiquid images flow to me in sweet rapture. Seen a whole lot of new faces. Maybe they'd know what's going on. Searching for a hope. Sometimes it's the usual tricks. But then the others take us - undecided.The Return to Innocence
A bird on my neck whispers sweetness to my ear. My version of this book - unwritten,
Flows like sweet rhymes from this silvered tongue. Warm air pushing my hair with the wind.
Staring at the sea for a future sunrise. Heard your call in the breeze.
Your voice through these tumultous valleys and crossroads unmeasaured.
Cutting the fog and memories go
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I miss you. it's 8:42pm on Wednesday.
I wish you were online or something so that I could talk to you...
I need to hear your voice...
Hope you're sleeping well... I wish I could see you.
I'm drinking hot chocolate.
This is really scattered, but oh well - it's late.
sad
Thats the same stuff they had in Tunisia when we went in October/November. I wasn't sure what it was called but the Africans labeled it as "Hubbly Bubbly" lol. It gives you a head rush or something this one kid over there explained to me. Although these could be two separate things that I'm talking about, or maybe not.
Glad to see you had fun.
Ciao
*eyes this Joshbear fellow*
Hehe... just joking.
Let me know if he gives you any trouble.
*wink*
How are you?
Remember that we have a presentation on Alexander Pope domani!
Ciau!
Un beso para te!
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