sâmbătă, 1 mai 2010

Wishing of my own wishes.

I wish that one day I could walk on water. Or I`ll fly, or I`ll read minds, or maybe predict the future. `Till then, all I`ve got are wishes. Wishing that we will live hapilly ever after, or that I`ll die in his arms, or mybe i will discover some importants shits. Who knows, maybe I`ll be a star, with a lot of crazy fans. I`ll be just as strongs as the tables from Vegas that I dance on, or the drinks that I drink. I will take the first taxi that comes when I walk alone, at night, on the streets from the Upper East Side. Maybe I will be the one who`ll stop the warm warning; the one who will help the people and the animals. And maybe, but just maybe, they will find a place for me in Hevean, somewhere.

Wishing of my own wishes.

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