The one you call when the whole world is against you, the one who listens without judgement, the one who talks without preaching, the one who drops everything to be there. The one, period.
Who's mine, you ask? No one. I am no one's either.
Some words and an incoherent sentence. A camera and some sepia-toned images. A chuckle and some misty eyes. A book and some dog-eared pages. A scratchy pen and some smudges of ink. Some shiny stones and a dried up stream. One existence and a quest for some meanings...
Copyright © 2006 TinTin
The one you call when the whole world is against you, the one who listens without judgement, the one who talks without preaching, the one who drops everything to be there. The one, period.
Who's mine, you ask? No one. I am no one's either.
Copyright © 2006 TinTin