jueves, 10 de marzo de 2011

jueves, 8 de abril de 2010

With my feet upon the ground I lose myselfbetween the sounds and open wide to suck it in,I feel it move across my skin.I'm reaching up and reaching out,I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...