the whispers of your name will never go away
and work is seriously not helping
when i have to face that long sleeve shirt of yours everyday
the very first expensive shirt that you bought with your own pocket money
i still remember clearly. springfield it is




Now if i could,
I'd capture moments for you.
And if permitted I'd write stories for you.
Line by line. Thought after thought.
You would see what I'm made of.
I'm the lines that you read in between.
I'm the icing on the cake.
I'm the sidewalk
but I'm not complete.


something thad i could thought of
thad very bored times at work
those words cameby ~
something thad i'm really hoping for to live again




california no more , cortefiel it is