and even when you look away, i know you think of me..
Saturday, May 1, 2010 @ 6:27 PM
to, me. the journey yesterday was a torture. but i was filled with excitement. her eyes, told me my sudden appearance stunned her into temporary paralysis. she recovered with a smile, accepted the lunch box on my hands. pasta salad; healthy and tasty. freshly made in the morning (:
sometimes, what you hear or see may not be the truth.
profile: reach my prismic soul
Hello, my name is paper and I am a piece of paper.
My purpose is to have people write on me and to be printed by printers.
I like the smell of wood because it smells like my parents.
My ambition is to be thrown away and recycled.