| (our weekend went like this) 03.10.02 and from moments like these we draw. our memory on paper napkins. cry from coffee stains and i've got eyes that see hope so clearly. & a need to hold friends more dearly. sisters of minutes & stares & quiet. i'm quite content with tonight. & the snow breaths whispers & the smoke breaths life. our doubts are our records we play in the night.. to: loren |