hmmmm, Whats up with you, why dont you tell me somthing, open your heart to this cold computer screen, I won't judge you, I can't even hear you, I might not even care, but at least you could tell me what's up.

I dont mind the sun sometimes,
The Images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnomin and sugary and softly spoken lies
you never know just how ya look through other peoples eyes - Butthole Surfers