It was raining
and i was not here anymore … for a moment i was lost somewhere
A clock .. how strange is a clock, Oceans of events can pass by it and all it does is tick .. tick .. tick …..
today looking from the half opened window, it was raining, a hot cup of coffee a seat and a cigarrette all there but me ….
i was ticking
If it was not for the cigarette, it would be perfect.
Detro
15 Nov 09 at 3:37 pm