It was in their friendship they just wanted to run forever, shadow and shadow.
Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.
I'm not anyone, I'm just myself; whatever I am, I am something, and now I'm something you can't help.
What are you up to now?" "I'm sill crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.
I felt a bit bookish, cut off from life.
... bums on the outside, libraries inside.