That summer, we talked endlessly.
Always, about everything,
Fusion, nothing new for you.
I felt, hey, under and, cool breezes
The heavenly
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
We argue, constantly.
Disagree, about everything.
Distance, nothing new for me
I feel uneasy, under this thing
Thoughts away.
The heavenly
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
I remember
And darkness falls in my eyes.
And days are far from rosy now
And if I asked for the sky
Would you still shelter me,
When the sky falls?
I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, hidden in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Sitting in my memory
I remember.
NICHOLAS FABIAN CROSS
SINGAPORE
From a dead boring life to a 200 pound body
and writing in my pj's with a cigarette
as well as a glass of chai-tea...this is the story of Nicholas.
SINGAPORE
From a dead boring life to a 200 pound body
and writing in my pj's with a cigarette
as well as a glass of chai-tea...this is the story of Nicholas.
February 27, 2011
In My Memory.