January 10, 2006


I need songs with so much screaming meaning I cant hear them, I need endless roads with views and cliffs, I need bright days with scalding sun, I need hungry lips with no attachment, I need feather beds with piles of heavy blankets, I need the blue flashing of television in my dreams, I need a warm chest and butterflies in my stomach, I need to dance and run so fast no one can catch me, I need phone calls that end in tears, I need smiles and hugs more then I need those tears, I need books that talk of the city of angels, I need direction with out pushing and I need to find someone, myself.


Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

Ditto. Ditto. Ditto.

Doug said...

Beautiful, Rio.

The ZenFo Pro said...

Wow. That's a pretty badass personal statement. Very beautiful indeed.