...if you missin' someone...

i know our love did rust away
but through that window came a better day
so don't close the blinds
'cause you're my light, you're my emptiness
the pretty colours on that summer dress, babe

there is a whisper, that feels your soul....

it's not always good to dream, to let your minde go free.

it will take roods.

wich look wonderful a the frist sight, but wich are actually impossable.

the problem is, that you only realize that when you already took that road.

the way back is much harder.