She called.
I talked fast.
Just a dream.
Like big said.
Never change like jay said.
She likes it. I wish I just fall into sleep, slide acrioss the hood of that saleen, put the key in the ingetion, step on it, shift into gear and go somewhere new. These calls. My cabin, my cell. All coming back. Must keep happy. At least im a cute cowboy. The dualing clocks. The blue light of the wii. That dream, what seperates him from me. Greatest sin if fear. God hates a coward. Like bruce said. Fear as a disease, like roy said. Like when clair drove her car into that wall, going fast, she knew she couldn't get hurt, her bones would fix themselfs. The boy's couldn't. He nearly died. Up up and a way? Like kent? Last of his kind? But his niece. Five hundred feet, straight down, the night whipping past, tearing at his clothes, bitting deep into his skin and bring tears to his eyes. John paul valley, I see. To him he was doing what was right. Cute cowboy. Maybe even gorgeous. Maybe I should change. Never change like jay said. He's right, so is big. Im listening to a song called for you I will, teddy geiger. Axel.....no, no crying. Tears are for cowards and god hates a coward. Like bruce said? *sigh* would I be mad at him? My childhood hero? Hell..... he's still a hero of mine. Fotografia, juanes. Great song. I'll matter a lot.
Amy should look up the lyrics in english. I studder with it. Blood feels weak. Reminds me of what I wrote. About a boy shooting a shot in the air, in a crowed room. That ah boy. Bryan. Im fine now. Still missing her. I'll always be here