Showing posts from December, 2009


I've been searching in that waiting room

let's go ride a bike

in the land of the Brits

take these shoes

it's the most wonderful time of the year

this morning

you and me

5 days before Christmas

that moon song

lying lazily in hammocks

great expectations

things I love about Sundays

art that comes from the street

we're a slave to our impulses

thoughts regarding you, again

In my Dreams..

a little "line" philosophy

those broken hearted lovers, they've got nothing on me

riding on bikes

waking up on the wrong side of the bed

I'm a vagabound

living in a tree

I'm youth and I'm joy.