Tuesday, August 4, 2009

it's starting to rain in SOHO...

Rumors, lights, fashion
keeps fuel in my bones
this twist of fate is the new black
after all this time
I never wanted to go back
riding the wave of hope
and passion, as always
I get lost with a map
of exactly where I want to go
I am always in the know
about things that matter not
except in certain situations
like displays of affection
and the resurrection of old habits
like reactive, distractive acts
I'm like an old hat, a cheshire cat
where it's at, is here
with you near
I have no fear
but the unknown
and being alone

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