Thursday, May 30, 2002


one week. in an isolated, dead barn.

I want to drive to a dead barn.... a place where everyone ceases to exist... I want to sit on the barn roof.. watch the sunset... feel each and every tear rolling down... feel the hint of a smile at a random thought... laugh my heart out at a stupid joke... and fade into the darkness

one week. in an isolated, dead barn.


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