Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Could someone please tell me what I was made to do. so I can do it.
When I was little I used to sit on a log at the end of my driveway and tell myself stories until my dad came home from work. I'm attempting to get to that point again.