.:: l i f e ::.

:: w o r k s ::

:: c o n t a c t ::

:: h o m e ::

:: s u p p o r t ::

:: g a l l e r y ::

:: p r o f i l e ::

:: i n t e r e s t s ::

:: l i f e ::

a face is your identity
it is your soul
your personality
your happiness
your sorrow
your emotions
to show it is to be vulnerable
to be exposed.

and more so
the eyes show more than
your face ever could.

trust is the key,
and maybe why it did'nt work,
i wasn't there for you enough,
i don't blame your, i don't blame me,
blame is gone,
and so is the relationship.

behind the light
i see nothing in sight
all seems out of sinc
for once i stop to think
what else left to bite?

I dream of a world... much the same. there are people, walking and talking, sometimes smiling sometimes crying. There is fear and happiness, love and regret. living and dying. sometimes i get the guy but most of the time he looks right past me. fires and floods, white and black, halls and tunnels, winter and summer, good times and bad. some times you want to wake up and others you want to stay asleep forever. time goes forward and backwards, people fly and fall, swim and sometimes drown. so... maybe real life is just a dream, after all, if you really think about it.