All I here is nonsense, and I wouldn't have it anyother way.
I am not anything or anyone but myself; I am the Sun, and he is the Moon, and that's how it will always be. Sometimes though I;m split between two worlds, but I know exactly where my home is.
DON'T COME HERE IF YOU WANT MY SOUL, FOR IT HAS ALREADY BE TAKEN, AND FOUND AGAIN, AND NOW IS SAFE AND SOUND.
-bcb
Monday, April 5, 2010
I want to go home; which to most is a place, but for myself, not quite.
Home, is with my moon man; Home is in his arms. Home is butterfly and eskimo kisses.
Home is not here .
