At night I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent that it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby and so it is; it is mine.
Avvie Art
August 2006
by: shroudedcuteness
Pasiphaea · Sun Aug 27, 2006 @ 06:04am · 0 Comments