Party Nights..., 
City of lights..., 
Shining down over me...
Skyscrapers, stargazers... in my head.
Often I just lay there on my bed in the dark, staring at the city lights from my apartment, just wondering, alone, content... in a kind of daze. 
Nothing in particular seems to be important. 
And I get sad.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
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Something always is important. Something always is..
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