Friday, December 12, 2008


To a friend who finds a masked clown in himself,
...find that familiar landmark in the highways of despair

When the traffic light gets fucked up, take a walk
...there's no easy run

Carry your cross upon your shoulders
...and endure until you reach the closest beacon

I dont have the right words
...when you question the answers

People need to loose something along the way
...but it won't make less of a person

sorry for the short and quick YM conversation...