d gras undr my feet, up ahead, the purple moon talkin, wyl the clouds weep and i drnk its tears. lyin on my bak, the sand warm, the sun caressing m body, as the waves snd riples throu my skin, carying my soul to paradise as i watch the clouds formin dolfins throu closd eyes. dots flotin on top of my iris, mist showring my slip as fgments of abstract imagnations fill my head. words from the void come to lyf as i continue to fantasyz of dreams that defy reality - just got lost. find me.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
I declared that I'll get my first million by 25, and my mom recently reminded me of that. Oh we'll, I'm 26 and not quite near my seventh digit yet. Hahaha.
Sit back, guys. I'm just a couple of years late. I'm on at 27 -- with my comma, comma.